Page 67 of Catfish

“Viola is going to ruin this fundraiser. I swear she’s lost her touch. She wants to serve goat cheese-dipped grapes.”

The fuck.

I shrug. “Tell her I said no.”

“You tell her no. She won’t listen to me.”

“You’re my fucking assistant.”

“She doesn’t care,” Em chides. “She thinks I’m some young woman who is aspiring to become—“ She lifts her shoulders. “—I have no freaking idea.”

“I’ll call her.”

“Thank you.” I can hear the relief in her voice, which isn’t about to last very long.

“And Em—” I look over at her. “—make sure Mila has a spot in the office Monday. Montgomery fired her because he caught her in his office.”

"Oh, geezus," she utters, bringing her hand up to rub her forehead. "I'm bound to find out, so just tell me."

“He caught her, catching him, fucking his Tuesday hooker.”

“Wade.”

“Yes?” I innocently blink as she huffs, bringing her hands down the length of her face.

“I honestly don’t know why I bother.”

The corner of my lips quirk. “Honestly, neither do I.”

? True Colors — Slaves ?

"This is Reagan," I say as I shove a granola bar in my mouth while balancing my phone with one hand, my planner with the other, along with my coffee, my purse, my bottled water, and my keys.

“Miss Shelton,” the other end acknowledges. “This is Mayor Montgomery.”

Shit.

I immediately drop the granola bar from my lips, listening to it hit the hardwood floors before saying, “Good morning, Mayor. How are you this morning?”

“Doing well, thank you.”

“Great.”

An awkward stillness fills the line before he speaks again.

“About the party the other night,” he begins. “I just wanted to—”

“Yes, about that—” I roll my shoulder to try to adjust the strap of my purse. “I am so sorry that—”

"I fired all my security that was there last night, you needn't worry about yours." My jaw loosens as I stare at the pictures of Mama, Marty, and I hanging off her fridge.

“I don’t think that—”

“I do want to thank you for the party, however,” he continues. “As much as I wanted to stay and enjoy it, I had to leave once that manipulator showed up and ruined it.” I nod, even though he can’t see it.

Manipulator, whore, the mayor’s side piece, it honestly isn’t my business. Bill Clinton wasn’t the one who opened the floodgates for politicians to have mistresses and “women of the night” to suck their dicks and fuck for money. Men just became more discreet about it nowadays. I just feel horrible for his wife.

“Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about my son’s birthday party,” Montgomery states. “It’s in a month.”

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