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Authors: Jean C. Joachim
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messages! What the hell?
She opened them one-by-one, only to be greeted by people she either hadn’t seen in a long time or didn’t even know. Every one of the emails had the same question —“So what’s Chaz Duncan like?”
Holy Hell, someone leaked it to the media that I’m handling his finances. Now suddenly every friend and acquaintance from elementary, middle, and high school is my best buddy.
Give me the real dope on Chaz. What’s he like?
Is he as sexy in person?
Is he tall? Rumor says he wears elevator shoes.
Did he make a pass at you?
Are you dating him? If not, can you fix me up?
Have you seen his house?
Can you snap some candids on your phone and send them to me?
Are you gonna post pix of him on Facebook?
As soon as she deleted a few emails, more sprang up to take their place. Then one stood out. It was Alan Fader, her boyfriend from graduate school.
Meg, so glad I found you. You’ve changed your email. Let’s reconnect online. I’m still doing investment banking out here in sunny California. But that’s nothing compared to handling Chaz Duncan’s account. Kudos to you, baby. Keep in touch.
Meg smiled and responded to Alan’s email. She was happy to reconnect with him. Although, when they had agreed to go their separate ways, she had been a little hurt he didn’t ask her to go to California with him. Now, she was relieved he wanted to move on without her. Alan was a nice, steady, unexciting boyfriend. One business dinner with Chaz had her more riled up than a week in bed with Alan. She chuckled to herself. He may have been an ‘A’ student in grad school but he got a ‘D’ in lovemaking.
As she went about deleting the emails, now totaling two hundred, a pain constricted her heart. Poor Chaz! He wasn’t kidding about people’s curiosity. So, this is the level of interest the public has in him? It’s creepy. The man has no privacy, does he?
Now, she understood how the story of his past could be spread on the Internet and go viral almost immediately. I get why he’s afraid to tell anyone about his life.
His lack of privacy became real for her, deepening her feeling for him. No wonder he’s alone.
On her way to confront Brielle, who Megan was convinced put out the word about her and Chaz, Harvey Dillon walked into her office. “Well, well, well…I bet your email is buzzing this morning.” Harvey’s smile stretched from ear to ear.
“How did you know?”
“We sent out a press release! My email is through the roof, too. I imagine everyone here is getting questions from all their friends about Chaz.”
“That’s just what he doesn’t want, Harvey. Why did you do that?”
“Hell, I can’t build a celebrity division if it’s a well-kept secret we have a big fish like Chaz Duncan, can I? Soon other wealthy celebrities will be flocking to us for financial advice.” He rubbed his hands together.
Megan could swear she saw dollar signs in his watery blue eyes.
“Now we have to double security…keep anyone else from knowing his business. No one can know what stocks he’s invested in or how much money he has with us…anything. He’s a very private person.”
“Of course, Megan, of course. Confidentiality is important.”
Her phone rang.
“Better answer that. Might be the press!” Harvey practically leapt in the air.
Megan dove for her landline. “Megan Davis.”
“Hi, there. I’m Tiffany Cowles from Celebs R Us Magazine. Do you have a minute to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Cowles, I don’t have anything to say.” Megan hung up the phone as if it were a cobra ready to strike. Picking up her coffee, she reclined in her comfy chair and twirled around to face the big window. Her phone rang again, but she ignored it. She sipped her coffee, gazing at the vast city laid out before her. Why did I come to Dillon & Weed? What have I done?
While she continued soul-searching, her cell phone rang. She looked at the display. It was Chaz.
“Has
She opened them one-by-one, only to be greeted by people she either hadn’t seen in a long time or didn’t even know. Every one of the emails had the same question —“So what’s Chaz Duncan like?”
Holy Hell, someone leaked it to the media that I’m handling his finances. Now suddenly every friend and acquaintance from elementary, middle, and high school is my best buddy.
Give me the real dope on Chaz. What’s he like?
Is he as sexy in person?
Is he tall? Rumor says he wears elevator shoes.
Did he make a pass at you?
Are you dating him? If not, can you fix me up?
Have you seen his house?
Can you snap some candids on your phone and send them to me?
Are you gonna post pix of him on Facebook?
As soon as she deleted a few emails, more sprang up to take their place. Then one stood out. It was Alan Fader, her boyfriend from graduate school.
Meg, so glad I found you. You’ve changed your email. Let’s reconnect online. I’m still doing investment banking out here in sunny California. But that’s nothing compared to handling Chaz Duncan’s account. Kudos to you, baby. Keep in touch.
Meg smiled and responded to Alan’s email. She was happy to reconnect with him. Although, when they had agreed to go their separate ways, she had been a little hurt he didn’t ask her to go to California with him. Now, she was relieved he wanted to move on without her. Alan was a nice, steady, unexciting boyfriend. One business dinner with Chaz had her more riled up than a week in bed with Alan. She chuckled to herself. He may have been an ‘A’ student in grad school but he got a ‘D’ in lovemaking.
As she went about deleting the emails, now totaling two hundred, a pain constricted her heart. Poor Chaz! He wasn’t kidding about people’s curiosity. So, this is the level of interest the public has in him? It’s creepy. The man has no privacy, does he?
Now, she understood how the story of his past could be spread on the Internet and go viral almost immediately. I get why he’s afraid to tell anyone about his life.
His lack of privacy became real for her, deepening her feeling for him. No wonder he’s alone.
On her way to confront Brielle, who Megan was convinced put out the word about her and Chaz, Harvey Dillon walked into her office. “Well, well, well…I bet your email is buzzing this morning.” Harvey’s smile stretched from ear to ear.
“How did you know?”
“We sent out a press release! My email is through the roof, too. I imagine everyone here is getting questions from all their friends about Chaz.”
“That’s just what he doesn’t want, Harvey. Why did you do that?”
“Hell, I can’t build a celebrity division if it’s a well-kept secret we have a big fish like Chaz Duncan, can I? Soon other wealthy celebrities will be flocking to us for financial advice.” He rubbed his hands together.
Megan could swear she saw dollar signs in his watery blue eyes.
“Now we have to double security…keep anyone else from knowing his business. No one can know what stocks he’s invested in or how much money he has with us…anything. He’s a very private person.”
“Of course, Megan, of course. Confidentiality is important.”
Her phone rang.
“Better answer that. Might be the press!” Harvey practically leapt in the air.
Megan dove for her landline. “Megan Davis.”
“Hi, there. I’m Tiffany Cowles from Celebs R Us Magazine. Do you have a minute to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Cowles, I don’t have anything to say.” Megan hung up the phone as if it were a cobra ready to strike. Picking up her coffee, she reclined in her comfy chair and twirled around to face the big window. Her phone rang again, but she ignored it. She sipped her coffee, gazing at the vast city laid out before her. Why did I come to Dillon & Weed? What have I done?
While she continued soul-searching, her cell phone rang. She looked at the display. It was Chaz.
“Has
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