Page 138 of Catfish

“Is she on the phone now?” I roll my eyes, bringing my fingers to my temples because, of course, he won’t make this easy for me.

I mean, God forbid, that he does.

“Yes,” Emmy exhorts. “Do you know someone that might know him or not?”

“I might,” he alludes slowly. “But Miss Shelton is going to have to ask me herself.”

“Why do you have to be such a—”

“I got it, Em,” I tell her. The asshole wants me to beg, fine, I can partially beg on behalf of my family to get us what we want and need. “I’ll be down there in about thirty.”

I don’t wait for her to respond, hanging up and running back into my room to throw on a pink romper and matte lipstick.

Throwing my hair into a bun, I tell Sadie I’ll be back later before heading out to my car. No sooner am I in it that a text comes through the airwaves from Chase to calm my shitty mood.

Chase: What’s your favorite color?

Me: We’re doing this now?

Chase: Absolutely, no time like the present, right?

Me: It would be if I wasn’t heading to my boss’s office to beg for something.

Chase: That sounds dirty, Sox.

Me: Ha, not with him it wouldn't be.

Chase: Whatcha need?

Me: Ever hear of Harry Styles?

Chase: Harry, what?

Me: Exactly.

Me: Boss may have a connection, and I'm about to grovel.

Chase: Please tell me he’s some balding guy and that I don’t have to worry.

Me: I’d never lie to you, Yank.

Chase: Shit.

Chase: Do not cheat on me.

Me: You are crazy.

Chase: I see this all the time. Girl needs something. Guy wants something…

Me: So, you think I’m going to give him a blowjob for this artist I don’t even know?

Chase: How bad do you need this?

Me: Chase…

Chase: Damn, my real name now?

Chase: Alright, alright, just punch him in the balls if he asks. I’ll represent you if he sues.

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