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readers will eat up anything with Gage’s name on it, I
want to give them more, something unexpected.”
Kate frowned. “More? I have interviews with
everyone involved in the tour, from the roadies up to Gage’s
manager, and with Gage himself, of course. I can’t think of anyone
I haven’t interviewed.”
“That’s not what I mean. What I’m talking
about is the other side of Gage Stevens, the personal side.” Ursula
leaned forward, her elbows on the desk.
“I want your side of the story, Kate. I want
to know what happened after the lights went down, after the roadies
cleared the stage. After the after-party.” Ursula smiled, but it
held no warmth. She looks like a piranha and I’m lunch.
“You want me to divulge personal details?”
Kate felt the blood drain from her face. How much did Ursula
know?
“Kate, don’t play coy. We both know you have
a relationship of some kind with Gage Stevens. It’s obvious, it was
the reason you were given this assignment. I thought you
understood; we’re looking for a side of Gage Stevens that hasn’t
been exposed before, the side that he might not want known.
“And you, my dear, are in the perfect
position to write those articles. You know Gage better than anyone.
You’re the person to write these articles the way I…the way this
company needs them to be written. The way the fans want to read
them.”
“But that’s not what I want…I don’t want to
focus on Gage’s personal life. I thought the idea was to focus on
the concert and tour experience, for those who didn’t get to be
there, to know what it’s like to watch Gage perform.”
“Don’t be naïve, Kate. Any press is good
press, even bad press. It’ll send sales of his music through the
roof. Stuff like that always does.”
Ursula came around her desk, perching on the
edge. She leaned down, looking at Kate.
“Do you think you can re-write these? Write
them the way I want?”
“I’m not writing a tell-all expose on Gage’s
personal life, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Ursula looked at Kate for a long moment. She
sighed, stood and moved the few steps to the door, her hand on the
door knob. She looked back at Kate.
“Well, in that case, I believe your
relationship with this magazine is over. Please feel free to clean
out your desk. Someone will contact you about your last
paycheck.”
Kate stood, shock taking over, leaving her
speechless. Without a word she walked on numb legs as Ursula held
the door open. She heard the snick of the latch behind her as she
walked to her cubicle.
Sinking into her desk chair, Kate rummaged
through her desk. There weren’t many personal items; a photo of her
parents and a paperback book she’d never read. She jammed them into
her purse, picked up her laptop and grabbed the cables and cords
that were tangled beneath the desk. All of it she crammed into her
bag, slinging it over her shoulder, heading for the lobby and the
sidewalk beyond.
All she really wanted now was Gage. They had
their future but it no longer included her job at the magazine. It
brought her to a dead stop on the sidewalk. She was unemployed,
with an apartment lease. What would Gage think?
A cab pulled to the curb and she gave the
driver the address of the W. She tried not to think about what
she’d done, but instead she focused on the future, on being with
Gage. Anything else was just too hard to handle.
***
Gage was happy, truly happy, for the first
time in days, maybe longer. He’d spent the time after Kate left
calling real estate agencies, checking on apartments. There were
quite a few he thought Kate would like, ones that included office
space, had great views and had space that could be made into a
music studio.
He was just ending a phone call with Rachel,
the agent with the most promising listings, when he heard the door
to the suite open and saw Kate in the doorway. Frowning, he glanced
at his watch.
“Hey, babe. It’s early…you’re
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