Chapter Nineteen

following my call with dot, added with the tv and the crap that took place outside my room with Antonia, I felt sick to my stomach, and my head was pounding.
Maybe the three glasses of wine on an empty stomach was not the best of ideas I'd had so far.

 

I needed pain killers, but I needed food too, acting on auto pilot and not really thinking I found some Tylenol in my bag, and took them then picking up the phone I ordered a sandwich and some juice from room service, then Sitting on the couch I rubbed my temples with my fingers and my head back, until room service arrived with my food cart.
As they knocked and called out, "room Service" I let the waiter in, then giving him a tip and dismissing him I closed and locked the door.

 

Lifting the cloche I took the sandwich and juice and relaxing on the couch ate in silence. I could not face watching the TV anymore, everything was twisted lies and left a real bitter taste and bile in my mouth and stomach, it was better just not watching anymore.

 

Finishing up my lunch, I checked the time, I had one hour before needing to be down town with my lawyer. grabbing my bag I headed to the bedroom and bathroom.

With a shower, a change of clothes and a shave I was all good to go.

 

I picked up the service phone to call my driver and have him meet me at the hotel entrance in five minutes, then grabbing my cap and glasses I made my way to the elevator.

 

The ride to the lobby was smooth, and I just prayed that there would be no press waiting as I got off.

the doors slid back, and as I stepped out I was relieved that all was clear, apart from some business men waiting on their rides it was empty.

 

Looking towards the entrance I could see my car waiting, all looked calm from where I was, but as I neared the door I could hear and see at least forty press and paps waiting for me. There was nothing for it I just had to push forward. The doorman saw me coming and opened the back door of the car for me to get in.

Moving out of the hotel onto the sidewalk, camera's flashed, and the reporters pushed their microphones into my face and all were screaming for me to answer there questions. I stayed silent and just pushed my way through.

 

within the safety of the car, Alex pulled away smoothly, and headed into the down town traffic, with no real holdups we were there in minutes, giving me plenty of time to prepare for my meeting,    

but as I was about to get out, I could not remember the name of the guy I was meeting with, having been so used to meeting Marc this was unchartered territory, and anyone that knows me will tell you I never sit well with change.

Taking my cell from my pocket I rang Diane. "Hey Di, what's the name of the lawyer I am seeing?"

her reply came, it was Michael Emerson. thanking her, I asked if she could make arrangements for me to use another hotel given that the press had now took up a camp out at the current hotel. She said she would take care of it and have all my things moved by the time my meeting was through. Thanking her I ended the call. Alex too knew the drill,  and as I got out of the car he went to park.  

Stood outside on the sidewalk I made my way through the revolving doors and into the lobby, and across to the reception desk. A pretty young girl was sat behind the big oak desk, with a headset on her head, "good Afternoon, Branson, Emerson and Fowler Law, How may I help you," busy answering the switchboard she raised her hand to acknowledge my presence.

she took two more calls before she gave me directions to the floor I needed.  Taking the elevator to the eighteenth floor I got off to meet another receptionist.
"Hi, Jon Bon Jovi to meet Michael Emerson."
"Thank you sir, please take a seat, I will be just one moment."
I decided I did not want to sit, and paced slowly round the waiting area, looking at the pictures and photographs that lined the walls. On the tables were magazines, and in the left hand corner a children's play den. My thoughts were interrupted as the receptionist called my name. "Mr Bon Jovi, this way sir, Mr Emerson is ready for you sir"
I followed her to the door and as she opened it, and stood to the side I walked past and entered the room.
"Mr Bon Jovi, " I walked forward towards a man that was no more than forty in years, with dark hair, glasses, a slight paunch to his belly and stood about 160 in height. his hand was outstretched to meet me, continuing walking over I shook his hand and sat. He did the same behind his desk.
"So, Jon, may I call you Jon?, Marc tells me you are having a nightmare with a stalker, and given the news reports I have viewed a pretty nasty and persistent young women?"
Having only just met this guy, I was not comfortable being called by my first name, given this was a professional meeting, but as pissed as that made me feel, I was here to sort this issues with Antonia, so agreed he could call me Jon. He was oblivious to my stink eye and rambled on. with my leg raised across my other leg, I listened and tried to relax.
"That's great, thank you, and please call me Michael, so shall we begin, can you tell me how this all started. "
For best part of an hour I sat telling of everything that had happened. What Michael asked next shook me,
"Do you feel that your life or your members of your family are in any danger from this women?"
I had thought about it, on more than one occasion and I had pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind, it threw me for a minute and I was lost for an answer straight away. Michael had a frown burrowed in his forehead as he pressed on and asked another question instead.
"Do you think this women has already involved your family?" This time I was stunned and had not even thought about that prospect. Answering I shocked myself with my response which sounded nervous.
"I don't know how to answer that, I had not given it any thought until you asked, but now you have I feel somewhat nervous. what would you suggest?"
"Jon, I find all this extremely disturbing, the photographs you have here show me she is past obsessed with you, and the video here, blackmail?, then the person abroad that is saying she has had your child, looking at the whole picture, if this was me, I would seriously worry about my safety and that of my family. Have you reported this to the police?"
for the second time in minutes I was stunned again, regaining my thought pattern I answered Michael.
Erm, what?, no, no I haven't contacted the police, I did not think there was anything they could do?"
"They can't right now, but we need this logged so we have a trail noted. All I can do for you legally right now is have a restraining order issued, but let me be clear, given what she has already done, I doubt this will stop her, but it will then allow the police to arrest her when she breaks the order, and sorry to say until she does something more threatening that's all we have at this time. What I need for you to do Jon, is any contact, any more letters, and more mail anything at all from this women you need to make notes for me, I need to build a picture of the harassment she is inflicting on you on top of what she has already done."
I listened taking in what I was being told, it didn't sit well with me, but with nothing else to do, I agreed.
"Great, I will apply to the court tomorrow for the restraining order, here's my number, ring me anytime Jon, we will stop this don't worry." he reached his hand out again and shook my hand, I returned the gesture and thanked him, and then left his office.