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interview date. See you tonight,” he quipped with a broad grin and a wink. He turned and jogged back down the hallway out onto the field, leaving me staring after him in a state of mild shock.
Kieran was turning my whole world upside down.
Still feeling dizzy and giddy from our encounter, I walked out of the building in a daze and headed into the parking garage. But as I stepped off the elevator I heard Kieran’s name being whispered in a loud hiss. I turned to look toward the noise, instinctively drawn to the sound of his name. My journalist senses were already tingling and I ducked behind a column to eavesdrop.
I peeked around to see a man and woman in gaudy black clothing more suited for a club scene than a football stadium standing over by a sleek, silver Mercedes. The man was leaning on the car, his arms folded over his chest. There was a smarmy grin on his overly-tanned face, his wrinkled cheeks pulling back in a leathery grimace. The woman was slightly younger and very voluptuous, with bleach-blonde hair piled back in an elaborate high ponytail twist. She had the distinctive look of someone who was once blindingly beautiful, still clinging to the remnants of her former beauty. She was still an attractive woman by most standards, but there was a greedy, mischievous smirk on her face.
“I’ve drawn up a contract that’ll really knock your socks off, Janet,” said the man.
She looked at him a little dubiously, eyeing him with slight suspicion. But the closeness of their positions indicated to me that they were probably more than professional contacts. The woman laid a perfectly manicured hand on the guy’s arm. Oh yeah. They definitely had to be sleeping together.
“Are you sure he won’t be able to read between the lines, Paul?” the woman called Janet asked in a sickly-sweet Southern drawl, tilting her head to one side.
“Oh, god no. Kieran’s just a meathead. He won’t know to read the fine print. Plus, he trusts us implicitly,” the man named Paul responded, waving his hand dismissively. I felt my stomach churn to hear them talk about Kieran this way. Like was some moron. Just a pawn.
“Don’t you feel even a little bit guilty, robbin’ the poor guy of his money?” Janet asked, pursing her lips. But her tone was less accusatory and more playful. It made me sick.
“Guilty? Babe, I forgot what guilt felt like a long, long time ago. In this game you gotta learn to look out for yourself. If he’s too stupid to watch his own ass, that’s on him, not us,” Paul said with a cruel laugh.
“You’re a bad man, you know that?” the woman crooned, leaning in to kiss him. The two of them got into the Mercedes and drove off, leaving me standing stock-still in the parking garage, frozen with tortured emotions. Would it be a conflict of interest to warn Kieran? After all, this was definitely none of my business. But then again… those two did not seem to have his best interests at heart. At all.
Finally, I couldn’t delay any longer. I had to warn him. Trembling, I pulled out my phone and called his direct personal number. After a few rings, Kieran picked up, to my surprise. I had been planning to leave him a message since he was probably running laps.
He answered, sounding slightly out of breath, “Hey, I told you I’d get you the details for tonight when I was done running laps-- you’re one impatient date!”
I took a deep breath and started rambling, “Mr. Michaels-- Kieran-- there’s something I need to tell you. I just overheard a weird conversation about you and I’m worried they might be planning to screw you over with some bogus contract or something and I know it’s none of my business but I just feel like I have to warn you--”
“Whoa, whoa. Wait. Hold on, Dani. What’s going on?” he interrupted, sounding confused. “You heard some people talking about me? That happens a lot when you’re in the public eye, it’s
Kieran was turning my whole world upside down.
Still feeling dizzy and giddy from our encounter, I walked out of the building in a daze and headed into the parking garage. But as I stepped off the elevator I heard Kieran’s name being whispered in a loud hiss. I turned to look toward the noise, instinctively drawn to the sound of his name. My journalist senses were already tingling and I ducked behind a column to eavesdrop.
I peeked around to see a man and woman in gaudy black clothing more suited for a club scene than a football stadium standing over by a sleek, silver Mercedes. The man was leaning on the car, his arms folded over his chest. There was a smarmy grin on his overly-tanned face, his wrinkled cheeks pulling back in a leathery grimace. The woman was slightly younger and very voluptuous, with bleach-blonde hair piled back in an elaborate high ponytail twist. She had the distinctive look of someone who was once blindingly beautiful, still clinging to the remnants of her former beauty. She was still an attractive woman by most standards, but there was a greedy, mischievous smirk on her face.
“I’ve drawn up a contract that’ll really knock your socks off, Janet,” said the man.
She looked at him a little dubiously, eyeing him with slight suspicion. But the closeness of their positions indicated to me that they were probably more than professional contacts. The woman laid a perfectly manicured hand on the guy’s arm. Oh yeah. They definitely had to be sleeping together.
“Are you sure he won’t be able to read between the lines, Paul?” the woman called Janet asked in a sickly-sweet Southern drawl, tilting her head to one side.
“Oh, god no. Kieran’s just a meathead. He won’t know to read the fine print. Plus, he trusts us implicitly,” the man named Paul responded, waving his hand dismissively. I felt my stomach churn to hear them talk about Kieran this way. Like was some moron. Just a pawn.
“Don’t you feel even a little bit guilty, robbin’ the poor guy of his money?” Janet asked, pursing her lips. But her tone was less accusatory and more playful. It made me sick.
“Guilty? Babe, I forgot what guilt felt like a long, long time ago. In this game you gotta learn to look out for yourself. If he’s too stupid to watch his own ass, that’s on him, not us,” Paul said with a cruel laugh.
“You’re a bad man, you know that?” the woman crooned, leaning in to kiss him. The two of them got into the Mercedes and drove off, leaving me standing stock-still in the parking garage, frozen with tortured emotions. Would it be a conflict of interest to warn Kieran? After all, this was definitely none of my business. But then again… those two did not seem to have his best interests at heart. At all.
Finally, I couldn’t delay any longer. I had to warn him. Trembling, I pulled out my phone and called his direct personal number. After a few rings, Kieran picked up, to my surprise. I had been planning to leave him a message since he was probably running laps.
He answered, sounding slightly out of breath, “Hey, I told you I’d get you the details for tonight when I was done running laps-- you’re one impatient date!”
I took a deep breath and started rambling, “Mr. Michaels-- Kieran-- there’s something I need to tell you. I just overheard a weird conversation about you and I’m worried they might be planning to screw you over with some bogus contract or something and I know it’s none of my business but I just feel like I have to warn you--”
“Whoa, whoa. Wait. Hold on, Dani. What’s going on?” he interrupted, sounding confused. “You heard some people talking about me? That happens a lot when you’re in the public eye, it’s
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