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    “They’ve got pictures of you guys kissing in a car? Way to go, Char! But this is bad,” she said. I sighed.
    “Yeah, I know,” I said softly.
    “Have you heard from him?” she asked.
    “No, but he’s got practice today, he might not even know yet.”
    “Right. You might want to give him a warning call. Or maybe his agent,” she suggested.
    “Yeah. I’ll call you back,” I said, before ending the call. And that was when it started, as if Izzy calling had opened the flood gates. My phone rang before I could dial Joey’s number.
    “Charlotte Rivera,” I said.
    “Charlotte, just who I wanted to talk to. How are you doing today, love?” That was Kelly Hence. She worked for Nightlife , and I couldn’t stand her. She couldn’t stand me either, which meant she wanted something, because she was being relatively nice.
    “What, Kelly?” I sighed.
    “I was hoping I could talk to you about these pictures of you with Dallas’s hottest bachelor,” she said. I flopped back onto the bed.
    “No.”
    “Oh, come on, Char. I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but can’t we put that behind us?” she purred. I closed my eyes.
    “Goodbye, Kelly,” I said, ending the call.  It immediately rang again.
    “Charlotte Rivera.” 
    “Charlotte, what happened last night?” It was Jade. I sighed.
    “Apparently, I went out with the wrong man,” I said. Jade laughed.
    “There has been press camped outside of the office for hours already,” she said. I frowned.
    “It’s not even a normal work day,” I squealed.
    “Yeah, but here they are, waiting for you. You might want to stay inside today; if they’re here, they’re probably outside of your building, too,” she said. I groaned and covered my face.
    “I knew I should have turned him down,” I said.
    “That’s not fair, Char. This isn’t his fault and you know it,” she said. I sighed. I did know it, but that wasn’t really the point.
    “I’m a prisoner in my own apartment, Jade,” I said. She sighed on the other end.
    “I know. For what it’s worth, the pictures of you two kissing are really cute, in a grainy, taken while crouched in the bushes kind of way,” she said. I laughed.
    “Thanks?” I replied.
    “Look, you know we aren’t going to run a story on it, so you don’t have to worry about anyone here harassing you, but I’m not sure how you’re going to be able to get around in the meantime,” she said. I sighed yet again.
    “Yeah,” I said softly.
    “Is Joey being harassed, too?”
    “Not sure. He had practice this morning, so he’s out at the practice facility,” I said. Jade hesitated.
    “Okay. Stay in the house. Try and get Joey, and don’t answer your phone for anyone you don’t know. Talking to them, even just to say ‘leave me alone’, will just prolong how long they’ll harass you about this,” she said. I nodded.
    “Right. Thanks, Jade,” I said.
    “No problem. Good luck,” she said, then Jade ended the call. And it rang. Again. And just that fast, out of force of habit, I answered it.
    “Charlotte Rivera.”
    “Ms. Rivera, please hold for Michael Johnson,” A nasally voiced woman said. I sat up. Michael was national news. Holy crap. There was no way I was doing that, as I hadn’t even gotten to talk to Joey yet.  Instead, I hung up. And it rang again. And again. And again. Three hours later, I took the battery out of the phone.
    I didn’t even bother trying to turn the phone on until almost midnight that night. It rang instantly, and I almost threw it across the room, until I saw that it was Joey’s number. I sighed and answered.
    “Hey,” I said, sitting down on the couch.
    “Hey, I’ve been trying to call you since I heard what's going on,” he said gently. I sighed.
    “Yeah, my phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people wanting to interview me about our date last night, so I turned it off,” I said.
    “I’m sorry about that. I really didn’t think it would turn into