Chapter 4 SHE GOT ME!
- "A blind
- date?", asks the journalist, Alyssa is her name. She jumps right on it,
- without hesitation she bites into my slip, alert as hell.
- "That can be arranged, no problem".
- She chuckles as if she just won the lottery, already envisioning a creamy
- story. I could hit myself on the forehead, I feel so stupid. These vultures are
- always out for anything to make life difficult for celebrities like me, only to
- bring in a hot topic for their medium.
- "Aahhh, it was just a joke. The man is
- married, and I don't think his wife will appreciate her husband going on a
- blind date with a beautiful single woman. If you were in her place, you wouldn't want that
- either, would you? I don't want to be a homewrecker".
- I try to limit the d
- amage, knowing beforehand that it will be in vain.
- She's got her teeth
- deep in this soap and won't let go. Sensational headlines not only benefit her
- magazine, but also earn her a hefty commission.
- Like a rooky, I fell
- in her trap. And right at this moment when I've decided I should stay away from
- Dordrich. "Well, I don't think so. His wife knows he's a public figure and
- exposed to a lot. We'll explain to her what's going on."
- "And what
- exactly is going on?", I counter back. Because the purpose of the blind
- date is not yet clear to me. Maybe this is my escape. I thought!
- Devilish as she is,
- she plays out her plan perfectly.
- "We have a
- segment on one of our TV channels where we link celebrities for a good cause.
- The sponsors of the program then donate to a charity organization aimed at
- women and children. Celebrities like to participate in this because it means
- extra exposure and improves their image. I'm sure that you and Mr. Fellogan
- like to do something for underprivileged women and children," she
- increases the pressure on me to keep me from slipping out of her trap, and
- emotionally blackmails me into joining.
- She knows I regret my
- unfortunate joke, but that is just what those journalists like the most. They
- just make their living from other people's misery.
- I take a deep breath and throw my personal
- card on the table, in a final attempt to get rid of my appearance in this
- useless show. "I don't actually date married men. I don't really want to
- be connected to them, is my personal code," I say, shaking my head. She
- smiles as she looks at me intently.
- "Loraine," she emphasizes my name,
- "Why do I have the feeling that your objection is with Mr. Fellogan and
- not with the fact that he is married? Everyone knows that these programs are
- fictitious, and the date only serves social causes. You protest too loudly. Is
- there more between you and Mr. Fellogan?".
- "Hey, don’t take
- this too far. I saw the man for the first time last night. I don't do any
- business with his companies either. And like I said, I don't have affairs with
- married men, at least as far as I do get involved in relationships," I strongly
- deny. She doesn't elaborate on it, but I can see from her face that she won't
- stop there.
- "That's taken
- care of. I'll send you an official invitation to the show. Just make sure
- you're there when we need you. It was your own proposal, by the way", she
- packs up, clearly pleased with the result achieved with this interview. As she
- walks down the hall to the front door, I see her looking meaningfully at the
- roses. She bends over and inhales deeply on one. Deliberate and provocative.
- She then turns and looks at me with a beaming dubious face. "Beautiful,
- expensive roses", she responds with raised eyebrows.
- We greet each other
- and she leaves, whistling. That bitch.
- Troubles ahead, I know right away. But for
- later care, I think.
- As I walk to my room,
- I can smell the roses all over the house, they totally upgrade my mood. After a
- final inspection of my make-up and clothing, I walk back to the kitchen where I
- store my car keys. Today I choose my latest Bugatti sports, superfast, enough
- to blow the wind through my system.
- I grab the keys and decide to go for a joyride
- before reporting to work.
- I jump behind the wheel and let the heavy
- engine run dominating. When I hit the accelerator, it roars like a bull,
- impatient to go full force. With a smooth drive, I am out of my garage, heading
- for the highway. I quickly run the road, releasing my emotions until a relaxed
- feeling takes over my body.
- After an hour long
- ride, I turn into the underground of my business premises and park my car in
- the space reserved especially for me. When I’m out, I arrange my pitch black hair
- in the car window, a daily routine of mine.
- Suddenly I feel like I'm being watched. I don’t
- panick at all, I know that all areas in this building are heavily secured and
- as the CEO, the guards keep a close eye on my arrival. So if anyone is present in
- this parking lot right now, it must be a top staffer arriving at the same time and
- it’s therefore safe. To be sure, I look around and see no one. Without any
- fear, I grab my coat and bag and walk to the elevator with my hips swaying.
- On my way to my
- office, I greet some workers and chat here and there with some of them. As a
- CEO you have to appreciate your personnel if you want to get the best out of them,
- and I already see how happy they are with my personal contact. Such a small
- investment for a big result.
- When I enter my
- office, to my great surprise, I see ROSES! Lots of them. The same as delivered
- to my home..