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really doesn’t care what I do.  When I came home from the Cup of China months ago, he was already gone.  He was already shacking up with his twenty seven year old secretary,” I told him with a little shrug.
     
       “Holy crap!  That totally blows!” he exclaimed, staring at me in shock.
     
       “It was a shock, I thought that Greg and I would be together forever, like my grandparents, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.  That’s why I’m trying something different, moving on with my life,” I told him.
     
       “Here’s to your new life,” he said, raising his glass to me and flashing me another stunning smile.  I tried to ignore the way it seemed to make my heart race nervously.
     
       “To my new life, and your new career,” I said, raising my glass to him.
     
       Ron and I had a nice lunch, we spent a lot of time talking and laughing.  We had a lot in common, so we ended up spending more than three hours there at the restaurant, having lunch.  I really hadn’t given it a second thought.  Ron was a nice guy and the two of us seemed to get along well enough.  We had mostly talked about skating and the show, I thought I might as well get to know him.  The two of us were going to be working quite closely together over the next several months.  How was I to know that having what appeared to be an intimate lunch with Ron, would be a serious error in judgement that would change Hollywood’s view of me forever?

 
    Chapter 7
     
     
        I returned to my fully furnished luxury condo on North Vista street that afternoon, completely unaware of how ridiculously naive I was.  I had already stirred up a huge scandal and I didn’t even know it! 
     
       At quarter after five the next morning, I stepped out of the shower to the sound of my cell phone ringing urgently from the bedroom.  It was Jorge.  He told me that I needed to meet with him urgently, but he wouldn’t elaborate as to why.  I made coffee, poured it into a to-go cup and drove to his office, so I could meet with him before my seven a.m. ice time with Ron and Elena.  When I walked into Jorge’s office I was slightly taken aback by the icy glare he flashed at me.  He was obviously furious with me, and I had no idea why.
     
       “Would you like to explain this to me?” he asked, slapping a newspaper down on the desk in front of me.
     
       I picked up the paper and stared at it blankly.  The front page had a large color picture of Ron and I at the restaurant, our glasses raised, mid toast.  The headlines shouted out the nasty rumor, like unexpected kick in the gut. Sports commentator Ron Brannon runs wild in Hollywood with reality TV Co Star Lane Jensen , the headline screamed out. 
     
       I cringed in shock, I felt incredibly stupid that I had so quickly forgotten everything I had learned about Hollywood from my own mother.  Someone was always watching...I knew that. I dropped the newspaper back on his desk, distastefully.  I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to read the accompanying article, it was obviously nothing but speculation.
     
       “Jorge, this is nothing but horse shit!  Ron and I just went out to lunch...it was nothing,” I cried, though my heart was already pounding, guiltily.
     
       “Hmmm.  It doesn’t look like nothing.  In fact, it looks rather intimate.  It couldn’t have possibly been a team lunch, where was Elena?” asked Jorge, raising his eyebrows at me.
     
       “It was a spur of the moment thing.  Elena had already left, she was bored, she couldn’t wait to get out of there!” I cried, rolling my eyes miserably.
     
       “Ron Brannon is married!  I will not have my new show at the center of some adulterous scandal.  Whatever the two of you have, I want you to end it now.  I’m completely serious!” boomed Jorge, the anger seemed to be oozing from every pore of his body.  I was actually frightened that I had already lost my lucrative new