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it’s a great surprise. Best news I’ve had since…since ever.” She smiled at the empty door, wondering when she would get to see him again.
Chapter 14
The First Date
S HE W AS A BOUT A S R EADY for the media attention as Bambi was for his new legs. After Milla got out of the hospital, she was followed like a superstar, and it was just infuriating. Her parents were in and out of her apartment with food and rented romantic comedies while she stayed put. Boyfriend spoiled her with lots of love, his butt always in her face. The paparazzi were a combination of fruit flies and cockroaches, except they could talk with their evil mouths. Milla kept waiting for the big reveal, waiting to hear the amazing news that Gage Daxson was still alive, but there was nothing.
She couldn’t even wear his big, hairy man toe. It was too long for her winter shoes. For a while she slept with it like a teddy bear. Then she woke up at night and screamed when she saw it lying next to her mouth. Now, the toe stayed in the bottom drawer of her jewelry box. Her Internet column had been picked up by two dozen newspapers. Luckily she had a huge folder of past work to deal out, because she certainly didn’t feel like writing. She was too busy waiting and doing nothing.
She did hear from Gage Daxson’s manager. That had made her heart leap, but he acted like he didn’t know Gage was alive. He interrupted Milla anytime she started to ask questions, loudly. The manager had offered to deal with the news outlets and talk show hosts wanting to score her for an interview. But Milla turned them all down. And the learned the reason she hadn’t witnessed any funeral coverage was because there hadn’t been one.
Entertainment Tonight was the first to question the death. Next Donald Trump voiced his opinion, demanding Gage Daxson’s death certificate and autopsy results. Eventually as another week passed, the public decided it was not even a question: Gage Daxson wasn’t dead, and it was their job to find him. Milla selfishly just wanted her date. And then maybe the erection he’d once promised her. But she felt a tinge of sympathy when every social network had Gage Photoshopped in a Where’s Waldo striped shirt on their page somewhere.
One morning as Milla practiced the exercises the physical therapist had shown her, her answering machine picked up the phone she never answered. After her half-hearted greeting and a beep, a man’s voice filled the room.
“Hello, Milla Kierce, I’m sure you recognize my voice. I’m Andres, and you were due to visit my show, Late Night with Andres , when we met up with a slight inconvenience in the dressing room. I’ll have you know that my legal troubles are over, and my show will be recommencing. I’ve spoken with the network’s attorneys, and it turns out the contract you signed is still valid, and we need you to reschedule your appearance or you will be in breach. Please call my secretary, Peter, here at this number.”
Milla stood with her mouth hanging open as Andres hung up. “You pimply-assed, cock-dragging knuckle fart. How dare you? How dare you?” Milla threw things at the phone. In response, it rang again, and after her machine did its thing, Andres’ voice was again in the apartment.
“I forgot to add, Ms. Kierce, that you have two days to make these arrangements. The month is almost up, and that’s the deadline—”
Milla picked up the phone. “I’m not coming back to your show for anything. I almost died there. You want a lawsuit? How about the one I’m going to file against you for letting a crazy-ass man in your building with a gun and a bomb?”
“Ms. Kierce, before you get indignant, you should know that I know Gage Daxson is alive and well. I know where he is, and I can set the whole world abuzz with his slanderous, deceiving ways. Actually, I have the somber broadcast outlined right in front of me. Here’s an excerpt: ‘Gage Daxson faked his own death to get away from rumors
Chapter 14
The First Date
S HE W AS A BOUT A S R EADY for the media attention as Bambi was for his new legs. After Milla got out of the hospital, she was followed like a superstar, and it was just infuriating. Her parents were in and out of her apartment with food and rented romantic comedies while she stayed put. Boyfriend spoiled her with lots of love, his butt always in her face. The paparazzi were a combination of fruit flies and cockroaches, except they could talk with their evil mouths. Milla kept waiting for the big reveal, waiting to hear the amazing news that Gage Daxson was still alive, but there was nothing.
She couldn’t even wear his big, hairy man toe. It was too long for her winter shoes. For a while she slept with it like a teddy bear. Then she woke up at night and screamed when she saw it lying next to her mouth. Now, the toe stayed in the bottom drawer of her jewelry box. Her Internet column had been picked up by two dozen newspapers. Luckily she had a huge folder of past work to deal out, because she certainly didn’t feel like writing. She was too busy waiting and doing nothing.
She did hear from Gage Daxson’s manager. That had made her heart leap, but he acted like he didn’t know Gage was alive. He interrupted Milla anytime she started to ask questions, loudly. The manager had offered to deal with the news outlets and talk show hosts wanting to score her for an interview. But Milla turned them all down. And the learned the reason she hadn’t witnessed any funeral coverage was because there hadn’t been one.
Entertainment Tonight was the first to question the death. Next Donald Trump voiced his opinion, demanding Gage Daxson’s death certificate and autopsy results. Eventually as another week passed, the public decided it was not even a question: Gage Daxson wasn’t dead, and it was their job to find him. Milla selfishly just wanted her date. And then maybe the erection he’d once promised her. But she felt a tinge of sympathy when every social network had Gage Photoshopped in a Where’s Waldo striped shirt on their page somewhere.
One morning as Milla practiced the exercises the physical therapist had shown her, her answering machine picked up the phone she never answered. After her half-hearted greeting and a beep, a man’s voice filled the room.
“Hello, Milla Kierce, I’m sure you recognize my voice. I’m Andres, and you were due to visit my show, Late Night with Andres , when we met up with a slight inconvenience in the dressing room. I’ll have you know that my legal troubles are over, and my show will be recommencing. I’ve spoken with the network’s attorneys, and it turns out the contract you signed is still valid, and we need you to reschedule your appearance or you will be in breach. Please call my secretary, Peter, here at this number.”
Milla stood with her mouth hanging open as Andres hung up. “You pimply-assed, cock-dragging knuckle fart. How dare you? How dare you?” Milla threw things at the phone. In response, it rang again, and after her machine did its thing, Andres’ voice was again in the apartment.
“I forgot to add, Ms. Kierce, that you have two days to make these arrangements. The month is almost up, and that’s the deadline—”
Milla picked up the phone. “I’m not coming back to your show for anything. I almost died there. You want a lawsuit? How about the one I’m going to file against you for letting a crazy-ass man in your building with a gun and a bomb?”
“Ms. Kierce, before you get indignant, you should know that I know Gage Daxson is alive and well. I know where he is, and I can set the whole world abuzz with his slanderous, deceiving ways. Actually, I have the somber broadcast outlined right in front of me. Here’s an excerpt: ‘Gage Daxson faked his own death to get away from rumors
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