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unless specifically requested. When she travels, there are two other guys besides me who protect her. We hire out security companies in each of the cities to manage the crowd and venues.”
“What’s your background?”
He chuckled again because I was studying him as if he was the one being interviewed. “I was a Marine. I’ve worked for Lincoln for two years. I’m twenty-eight. Married. A kid on the way. Sagittarius. Anything else you’d like to know?”
I shook my head, satisfied that he knew what he was doing. “Nope.”
“All right. Here’s my card. Send me your social security number, contact information, and an emergency contact person along with a copy of your driver’s license.” He stood and shook my hand. “Welcome to the team.”
I snapped a photo of my license with my phone and emailed him the rest of the information. I returned to the waiting room just as Lincoln was ushered into the DJ booth. Hal and I stood outside and watched through the window. She held her thumb up and then tilted it down to ask me how the interview went. I gave her a thumbs up, which made her smile before she sat down across the desk from the DJ.
Lincoln was a total pro. She was kind of flirty and cut the DJ down a couple of times in a funny way. It was impressive to watch her work, but right near the end of the interview, he directed the conversation to a topic that made her neck turn red.
“So, Lincoln. It was in the news today that your father was thrown in jail again last night for assault. How are you coping with that news?”
Her posture straightened, and she stared down at the desk for a long pause. “Well, I think I speak for my entire family when I say that we are all very concerned for his well-being, and we are praying for him to get the help he needs to recover. Addiction is a terrible illness, and my father’s struggles have been my continued inspiration for being a drug and alcohol free role model for my fans. I hope everyone joins me in praying for my father’s speedy recovery.” She shot a look at Hal that could have broken the glass of the booth.
“Yeah, let’s hope your dad cleans up his act before he blows your entire fortune up his nose,” the DJ said and chuckled. Lincoln looked over her shoulder at Hal again, and the muscles in her jaw were rigid. “While we’re on the subject of last night,” the DJ continued, “you posted that you were going for a ride with ‘C’. All your fans are dying to know who this mysterious new friend is. How about you let your family at KdubLA hear it first. Is C a new boyfriend?”
“Oh, Dean, you know you’re the only boyfriend for me. Thanks everyone for listening. I love you all and don’t forget to check out the new behind-the-scenes documentary available on my website. Kisses.” She stood up and ripped the headphones off. The DJ smiled at her in a mischievous way, so she threw the headphones at him. The cord stopped them short of hitting him, but he flinched anyway. He laughed as she stormed out. “Hal, if you can’t keep these assholes from talking about my dad, then the least you can do is keep me up-to-date with what skeevy thing he’s done lately so I don’t look like a total idiot.”
Hal held his palms up in defense. “That was the first I heard of it, too. You didn’t look like an idiot. You handled it beautifully,” he reassured her.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the elevators.
“Lunch is at Camelia Garden Bistro. The shoot is at Moreno’s, and dinner is at your mom’s house. There’s a car waiting downstairs for you guys,” he called after us.
Once we were alone inside the elevator, she moaned and leaned against the mirror. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
“You handled it better than I would have.”
“It’s so stressful.” She clutched the roots of her hair.
“You can quit any time,” I reminded her.
She rolled onto her shoulder and rested her forehead on the mirror. “I
“What’s your background?”
He chuckled again because I was studying him as if he was the one being interviewed. “I was a Marine. I’ve worked for Lincoln for two years. I’m twenty-eight. Married. A kid on the way. Sagittarius. Anything else you’d like to know?”
I shook my head, satisfied that he knew what he was doing. “Nope.”
“All right. Here’s my card. Send me your social security number, contact information, and an emergency contact person along with a copy of your driver’s license.” He stood and shook my hand. “Welcome to the team.”
I snapped a photo of my license with my phone and emailed him the rest of the information. I returned to the waiting room just as Lincoln was ushered into the DJ booth. Hal and I stood outside and watched through the window. She held her thumb up and then tilted it down to ask me how the interview went. I gave her a thumbs up, which made her smile before she sat down across the desk from the DJ.
Lincoln was a total pro. She was kind of flirty and cut the DJ down a couple of times in a funny way. It was impressive to watch her work, but right near the end of the interview, he directed the conversation to a topic that made her neck turn red.
“So, Lincoln. It was in the news today that your father was thrown in jail again last night for assault. How are you coping with that news?”
Her posture straightened, and she stared down at the desk for a long pause. “Well, I think I speak for my entire family when I say that we are all very concerned for his well-being, and we are praying for him to get the help he needs to recover. Addiction is a terrible illness, and my father’s struggles have been my continued inspiration for being a drug and alcohol free role model for my fans. I hope everyone joins me in praying for my father’s speedy recovery.” She shot a look at Hal that could have broken the glass of the booth.
“Yeah, let’s hope your dad cleans up his act before he blows your entire fortune up his nose,” the DJ said and chuckled. Lincoln looked over her shoulder at Hal again, and the muscles in her jaw were rigid. “While we’re on the subject of last night,” the DJ continued, “you posted that you were going for a ride with ‘C’. All your fans are dying to know who this mysterious new friend is. How about you let your family at KdubLA hear it first. Is C a new boyfriend?”
“Oh, Dean, you know you’re the only boyfriend for me. Thanks everyone for listening. I love you all and don’t forget to check out the new behind-the-scenes documentary available on my website. Kisses.” She stood up and ripped the headphones off. The DJ smiled at her in a mischievous way, so she threw the headphones at him. The cord stopped them short of hitting him, but he flinched anyway. He laughed as she stormed out. “Hal, if you can’t keep these assholes from talking about my dad, then the least you can do is keep me up-to-date with what skeevy thing he’s done lately so I don’t look like a total idiot.”
Hal held his palms up in defense. “That was the first I heard of it, too. You didn’t look like an idiot. You handled it beautifully,” he reassured her.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the elevators.
“Lunch is at Camelia Garden Bistro. The shoot is at Moreno’s, and dinner is at your mom’s house. There’s a car waiting downstairs for you guys,” he called after us.
Once we were alone inside the elevator, she moaned and leaned against the mirror. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
“You handled it better than I would have.”
“It’s so stressful.” She clutched the roots of her hair.
“You can quit any time,” I reminded her.
She rolled onto her shoulder and rested her forehead on the mirror. “I
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