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Tyler

“Governor Chris Rock of Indiana had a most interesting trip to New York.” Hearing the announcement on the daily news as I’m shaving, it immediately gathers my attention. With the television in the other room, I bend my head around the wall, peeking at the screen.

“This isn’t for children. Most of it is covered for posterity, but as you can see, the cameraman was able to get some very unsavory clips of the governor and a man that we believe is currently in the hospital after sustaining unknown injuries from the governor himself.”

“What the fuck happened after I left?”

When I’d left the club, Chris was sitting with a good looking guy up on the second level. I knew this because I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off him all night. Which pissed me off. He’s married, but I now knew for a fact, as does most of New York now, that he’s gay.

Moving back to the mirror to finish up my left side, I mutter as I shave off the cream. “I was right. I was hoping I was wrong.” Not like I’m getting an answer from a mirror, but I still hate that I was right.

Wiping off the excess and applying tonic and moisturizer, I finish up my morning ritual.

“Mr. Rock will not be taking questions at this time. If you have anything you wish to ask, those questions will be answered by me, and me alone.”

“Shit.” Julia is answering the press.

“Nothing can be substantiated at this time regarding the incident, and we will be filing a countersuit for defamation of character, entrapment, and various other charges that I won’t be going into at this time. Thank you for your time. Governor Rock is very exhausted with this whole ordeal and will be needing a bit of space.”

Seeing Chris, Julia, and a team of mismatched men standing alongside him in solidarity, I kind of feel bad for him. Checking the time on my watch, I see that I’m running late. Shutting off the TV, I get my things and head to the parking garage.

While driving to the office, all I can think about is Chris.

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