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He scoffs, shaking his head. "This was a mistake. I knew I should have stayed home. This shit isn't even worth it."

"Oh, it's worth it,ifyou make it ahead in your career. You do the grunt work because then you learn how to manage expectations instead of doling out disappointment. No one wants to work with anyone, or for anyone who can't deliver. If you can't deliver Tyler, then why the fuck are you here?"

"I don't know." He pushes himself away from my desk to spin away from me.

"Why don't you go home, Tyler?"

"Gladly." He rises out of his seat.

"And Tyler?"

He stops, turning to face me before walking out. "What?"

I don't like his attitude and I highly doubt it's going to change instantly to be the flexible kind needed to survive in the management field. "When you get home, you should file for unemployment. Your last check will be in the mail."

Tyler immediately storms back into the office. My heart races, uncertain about what he's going to do. He slams his hands on top of my desk, jabbing a finger a few centimeters away from my face.

"There's no way in hell that you're firing me over this bullshit. If you were getting dicked down properly to fucking relax, you wouldn't be so damn uptight."

"I'm not uptight," I reply with a nagging feeling in my gut that leans toward him being right. I can't remember the last timeI've been fucked or the last time I wanted any guy to touch me. I refocus my pent-up sexual frustration toward him. "Besides, it's not just this bullshit that's getting you fired, Tyler. Overall, I don't think you're a good fit around here. You have no idea how to drop your judgment of the people we represent. You think you're above them when we're here to provide a service."

"That service doesn't include breaking the law," he shouts.

I can barely control my temper as rage tangles with fear. My voice raises a few octaves to show him I'm still in control here. "It includes whatever the fuck I say it includes. The fact that you're still arguing with me proves my point in spades. You can't even get fired peacefully. Get the hell out of here."

"Fucking cunt." He sneers and looks ready to spit in my face but decides against it.

I shake my head. I would have respected him more had he done it. If you're going to be a dick, be a complete one that finishes. My glare backs him down as I continue scolding Tyler. "You need to seriously decide what your next move is going to be. If you want to have anything to do with the entertainment industry, learn from this. Do what you're asked, not what you think."

"You might as well change the sign to Pimped by Natalie because that's all you're selling here. Good-looking guys to service your washed-up, fake-ass celebrity clients. I can't believe I worked here this long." He storms out of the office, hoping to slam the door on his way out. Fortunately for me, the slow closing mechanism to preserve the glass panes prevents just that. The only sound of Tyler's exit is the light twinkling of the bell chiming above the door.

CHAPTER 2

Tyler

Anger simmers under the surface as I run down a variety of scenarios where I can take advantage of this situation. Every scenario lands me in jail, but I know they'll feel good in the moment.

I give one last look into the large glass window of Radiant Talent Management where Natalie Logan sits in a leather chair she perceives as a throne to lord over her minions. Fuck her and fuck that job.

My car's parked around the corner and that's exactly where I'm heading when I practically collide with Anderson Shaw. He's like a carbon copy of a 90s boy band member, with surfer blonde hair that he keeps in a bun with a goatee to match.

"Hey bro, what's up? Where are you going? Office is that way," he says with a laugh.

"Not my office. The bitch just fired me." I bristle at the words, the argument, replaying it to see what else I could have said to make this any easier.

"No way. That sucks, man. Why?"

I shake my head. "The stupid shit from this morning with Chanel. That whacked-out fiend wanted me to leave her on set to find some coke. When I told her that wasn't going to happen,she told me to leave and to not come back unless I had what she wanted."

"Shit. Did you call Rodney?"

"Who the fuck is Rodney?"

"Rodney is one of the few dealers who works the graveyard shift for people like Chanel. You can usually grab him between three and nine in the morning. He'll even deliver for extra costs."

I let out a low groan. "Fuck. I wish I would have known that an hour ago. I just sat through a ten-minute rant about how I'm not cut out for this industry because I think too much. I just didn't want to get arrested. How does it look when someone like me just goes around looking for drugs to score?"

He laughs. "It looks like every other Wall Street bro looking for a bump before work. Grow up, Tyler. No one gives a fuck if you're looking for a few grams. Look, I'm going to text you a few numbers of some people I fuck with. I get great deals because I'm a regular."

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