FOUR: HIS LADY COMPANION

I'm staring at string brown hair, empty green eyes and a damp face.

It's safe to say that I'm a wreck.

My boss's words are still pounding within the small confines of my head, and I'm still trying to shake off the reality.

"You want me to pose as his girlfriend?" I yelled in disbelief as my bread roll found it's way quickly across the room, where the upper society glared down at "classless" me.

"His woman companion, yes" my boss smiled broadly. "My main motive is to see how fans would react to their favourite "Boy" going public with his personal relationship. It's really gonna test how deep the fan base is" he twaddled on.

"It's okay with his management" he supplied smiling sickeningly at the conniving on crude popstar slurp his Bloody Mary.

"AJ, another?" he queried.

"No, no, thanks. Got rehearsals at three" leaning back in his chair smiling easily.

"And that idea- totally phat" the tattooed one commended as he shook his head in agreement.

Talk about being haplessly confident. He must kiss ass more than he sings.

My boss just grinned as he clicked his fingers for the check. Sleazy men must run rampid in the US. They seem immune to anything better than crass.

"You don't mind giving Minerva here a ride back to her office do you? I have a meeting I have to get to at two thirty"

I glared at my boss as he got up and shot me his "we-got-a-scoop" smile.

"No problems, Mr D" AJ saluted as he continued grimacing sickeningly.

He waited until my boss was out of earshot before he shook out a cigarette and lit it up.

"So, Ms Prescott, where would you like to go? My chariot awaits"

 

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