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We all walked outside together. Hal waved a black SUV with a driver up to the curb for us, then he got into a silver Maserati that the valet had waiting. During the ride to her radio interview, Lincoln texted on her phone. “Sorry. I’m just interacting with my fans. It will only take a second.”
“You give out your number?”
“No, silly. On social media. I write what I’m doing. They go crazy and write me a bunch of messages. See.” She held her phone out and scrolled through all the messages from her fans.
“How many people read your messages?”
“I have just over twenty million followers.”
“Over twenty million people read every single thing you write?”
“I guess.”
“Don’t you worry about saying the wrong thing?”
She frowned and shrugged. “I’ve never really thought about it before.”
“What did you put in that last message?”
“On my way to KdubLA for interview with @SteelyDean. Make sure to listen.” She handed me her phone so I could read her other posts. The one she wrote the night before was, Going for a ride with C.
“Am I C?”
“Yeah.”
I handed the phone back to her. “Don’t ever mention me in one of these again.”
“Nobody knows it’s you. What’s the big deal?”
“Just don’t ever do it again.”
“Fine.” We pulled up in front of the radio station building and there were at least twenty cameramen and a crowd of young girls bouncing around the front door. We got out of the truck. She held onto my waist and buried her face against my back as I pushed through the crowd toward the front door. A security guard at the front let us in and closed the doors behind us. We went up to the twentieth floor and a woman escorted us to a waiting room.
Hal showed up ten minutes later with a muscular black guy in his late twenties. “Cain,” Hal said. “This is Tim Olifoya, head of security.”
I stood and shook his hand.
“There’s an office across the hall you guys can use,” Hal said as he grabbed a donut off the table and got comfortable on the couch.
Lincoln hugged Tim.
“How have you been, Linny?” he asked.
“Busy. And a little stressed.” She glanced at me and then gave him a pouty puppy dog face in an attempt to influence his decision. “I really need Cain to come with us on tour.”
He chuckled at her tactics to persuade him. “We’ll see.”
She winked at me as if it was a done deal. Tim and I left to meet in the office across the hall.
“So.” Tim sat down across the table from me and hovered a pen over a blank sheet of paper. “Cain Allen?”
“James Allen. Nineteen years old. Canadian citizen. I’m working under the table as an electrician. I live with three members of the Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club. My dad was a former full-patch member, but I’m not associated with them, and I don’t have a criminal record.”
Tim appeared unsure whether to ask a question or write down what I already said. Eventually, he scribbled a few notes before he looked back up at me. “Do you have any previous security experience?”
“No.”
He put the pen down and leaned his elbows on the table. “Why did you want the job?”
“I really didn’t. Lincoln and Hal insisted.”
He shifted back and chuckled. “So, you’re doing it for the money?”
“Pretty much.”
He nodded and appeared amused. “All right. In that case. You get paid at the end of the forty-three days. If you do anything inappropriate or fuck up before then, you get nothing. Fair?”
The all or nothing condition wasn’t part of the original offer, but it didn’t matter since I wasn’t planning to half-ass it anyway. If I was going to do it, I was going to do it well. I sat back and crossed my arms. “How big is your security team? And why wasn’t anyone managing that mob out front?”
He raised his eyebrow. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was impressed or surprised that I even cared. “When she’s at home she doesn’t have any security
We all walked outside together. Hal waved a black SUV with a driver up to the curb for us, then he got into a silver Maserati that the valet had waiting. During the ride to her radio interview, Lincoln texted on her phone. “Sorry. I’m just interacting with my fans. It will only take a second.”
“You give out your number?”
“No, silly. On social media. I write what I’m doing. They go crazy and write me a bunch of messages. See.” She held her phone out and scrolled through all the messages from her fans.
“How many people read your messages?”
“I have just over twenty million followers.”
“Over twenty million people read every single thing you write?”
“I guess.”
“Don’t you worry about saying the wrong thing?”
She frowned and shrugged. “I’ve never really thought about it before.”
“What did you put in that last message?”
“On my way to KdubLA for interview with @SteelyDean. Make sure to listen.” She handed me her phone so I could read her other posts. The one she wrote the night before was, Going for a ride with C.
“Am I C?”
“Yeah.”
I handed the phone back to her. “Don’t ever mention me in one of these again.”
“Nobody knows it’s you. What’s the big deal?”
“Just don’t ever do it again.”
“Fine.” We pulled up in front of the radio station building and there were at least twenty cameramen and a crowd of young girls bouncing around the front door. We got out of the truck. She held onto my waist and buried her face against my back as I pushed through the crowd toward the front door. A security guard at the front let us in and closed the doors behind us. We went up to the twentieth floor and a woman escorted us to a waiting room.
Hal showed up ten minutes later with a muscular black guy in his late twenties. “Cain,” Hal said. “This is Tim Olifoya, head of security.”
I stood and shook his hand.
“There’s an office across the hall you guys can use,” Hal said as he grabbed a donut off the table and got comfortable on the couch.
Lincoln hugged Tim.
“How have you been, Linny?” he asked.
“Busy. And a little stressed.” She glanced at me and then gave him a pouty puppy dog face in an attempt to influence his decision. “I really need Cain to come with us on tour.”
He chuckled at her tactics to persuade him. “We’ll see.”
She winked at me as if it was a done deal. Tim and I left to meet in the office across the hall.
“So.” Tim sat down across the table from me and hovered a pen over a blank sheet of paper. “Cain Allen?”
“James Allen. Nineteen years old. Canadian citizen. I’m working under the table as an electrician. I live with three members of the Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club. My dad was a former full-patch member, but I’m not associated with them, and I don’t have a criminal record.”
Tim appeared unsure whether to ask a question or write down what I already said. Eventually, he scribbled a few notes before he looked back up at me. “Do you have any previous security experience?”
“No.”
He put the pen down and leaned his elbows on the table. “Why did you want the job?”
“I really didn’t. Lincoln and Hal insisted.”
He shifted back and chuckled. “So, you’re doing it for the money?”
“Pretty much.”
He nodded and appeared amused. “All right. In that case. You get paid at the end of the forty-three days. If you do anything inappropriate or fuck up before then, you get nothing. Fair?”
The all or nothing condition wasn’t part of the original offer, but it didn’t matter since I wasn’t planning to half-ass it anyway. If I was going to do it, I was going to do it well. I sat back and crossed my arms. “How big is your security team? And why wasn’t anyone managing that mob out front?”
He raised his eyebrow. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was impressed or surprised that I even cared. “When she’s at home she doesn’t have any security
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