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out on my lap. Speak of the devil, there was a picture of my
beautiful fantasy woman, Summer, on the front page, smiling as Daron fucking
Beck whispered something in her ear, while he had his arm around her waist. I
felt my teeth clamping down hard, as my jaw and neck muscles tensed to see him
touching her like that, but not half as hard as everything tightened when I
read the headline.
    New Celebrity Couple?
    It took all my self-control not to screw the damn paper into
a tight ball and hurl it at the wall with a roar of anger. Daron’s reputation
was infamous, he was the Casanova of the acting world, leaving a long line of
broken hearted women in his wake. I refused to think of myself in the same
league as him. I was upfront, I was paid to perform a service and I did my best
to treat women respectfully, but this arsehole? There’d been rumours that he’d
even slapped one of his exes around, that I couldn’t condone. That was
despicable. She was seriously thinking of dating that jackass? I forced myself
to read the rest of the article and let out a slight sigh of relief to hear
that “rumour said” he’d been pursuing her for some time, only to be repeatedly
knocked back. The story continued to say that it seemed he was wearing down her
defences, as neither of them had added a plus one to their premiere next week
and his limousine driver confirmed he was collecting Summer before Daron. I immediately
picked up my phone and dialled Ian Smith.
    ‘Good morning, who do you have for me to look into this time?’
he greeted.
    ‘Morning. A number of people actually. Do you have a pen at
hand?’
    ‘A pen? You are joking right? Who uses a pen anymore? Fire
away, I have my tablet in front of me.’
    ‘Summer Beresford, former client. I deleted her file and
email and blocked it. I want it reinstated, to know if she’s tried to contact
me since our last appointment and what’s changed with regards to her personal
history, in particular any evidence of an affair with her co-star Daron Beck. I
want a full file on him, all of his conquests, any complaints of
brutality, STD history, the works. I need to know who his limo driver is for
next Saturday night and if he has a back-up, how I can contact them and what
bribe would work best with them, to ensure that they pick up only Mr. Beck for
his premiere and do no detours on the night. Are you keeping up?’
    ‘I’m recording you, Sir. That way I can play it back later.’
    ‘I need a contact at the film company. I need to ensure that
Miss Beresford has a ticket for a plus one, namely myself, without her knowing
in advance. I don’t want her to have the opportunity to say no. I’ll also need
her dress and bra size, if it’s changed, and information as to who her stylist
for the night is, as I’ll want to choose the dress myself.’
    ‘We’re talking a lot of people that we may need to offer an
incentive here, Sir. What’s the budget?’
    ‘Whatever’s needed to ensure that I know where Summer is
that night, wearing what I chose and has no idea when the limo turns up, that
it will be me accompanying her and not Daron fucking Beck. Understood?’
    ‘Perfectly, Sir. When is this premiere taking place?’
    ‘Next Saturday.’
    ‘I’d better get on it and, Sir?’
    ‘Yes,’ I replied, feeling my heart pounding with the
adrenaline surging through my system at the thought of seeing her again.
    ‘I’ve checked and there was one booking request that had
been blocked.’
    ‘There was?’ I shoved the paper to the side and sat up
straight, feeling ridiculously happy that she’d wanted to see me again. ‘When?’
    ‘A month after the initial appointment. I’ll arrange to have
it put back into your inbox. Anything else for now?’
    ‘No that’s all, but I will be having a clear out of clients
and I may transfer some of them over to a colleague, would that be a problem?’
    ‘No, you’ll just need to give me his email and with his
permission I can set up file storage