Page 16 of Is It Casual Now?

Her cheeks burned hot in spots, and she dreaded to think how splotchy her face now looked.

However, she had put the last touches on the article after Siena had run out on her and her fury had known no bounds—apparently.

“Okay. So what happens now?” Jamie asked hesitantly.

“They want you gone.”

“Gone?” Downgraded or reprimanded sure, but gone? “As in fired?”

“Out on your ass.” He nodded to reinforce his confirmation.

“You can’t…” Jamie trailed off, not seeing any weakness in his gaze. “This wasn’t anything that bad. I swear it wasn’t.” She didn’t have it in her to beat around the bush any longer. What the fuck? It was a single blog post. “What do I need to do?”

Sure, it had gotten a whole lot more traffic than previous blogs but still.

She shook her head, still trying to process the information. Surely, he wouldn’t just fire her.

Then again, it wasn’t the first time she’d pissed him off, but he’d never been harassed by entertainment managers either. Not like this. Were they all asking for her to be sacked? Were they all coming to Siena’s defense?

“You need to fix it!”

“Fix it?” The fear of being fired was nothing compared to the anger that rose in her chest. “You mean rescind it. Fuck that. I didn’t write anything that wasn’t true.”

“I’m sure you think using atheoreticalexample somehow makes it true that you didn’t lie. But that means shit in this industry, and you should have figured that out long before now.”

“I’m not rescinding it.” Jamie wouldn’t back down. She knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she had regretteddoing the smart thing too many times in her life. No way in hell would she take that path with her blog. She’d worked too hard to get it to where it was and rescinding now would ultimately mean the death of her baby. She might not be the most business savvy, but she sure as shit knew this would be the nail in the coffin.

“You don’t want to rescind it, that’s your choice. But you better find some other way to fix it if you want to keep your job here.” He pointed at her as if to make his point even more clear than before.

“Like how? Getting an interview with Siena Frazee herself?”

“For that…” His eyes lit up like beacons, the idea sending thrills through him that made Jamie shudder. It didn’t help that a colleague had once commented that she bet he made the same eyes during an orgasm. “…I’ll run the article here, parallel with it on your blog.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jamie’s own eyes widened at the very idea. If she could get him to run a story alongside her blog, that could be just what she needed to get some real traction of her own.

If she could get the interview.

As if reading her mind, he smirked over his desk at Jamie. “If you can get her to agree, then absolutely.”

“Right.” That sobered her in an instant. But still, she had to at least try.

She’d managed to get Siena in bed, surely an interview wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibilities. Even if they hadn’t known each other’s names when they’d gotten to the bed, and she was damn sure of that because Siena Frazee never would have fucked her three ways if she had.

Jamie walked out of the office in a stupor. Had that really just happened? She’d been fired before, but this felt…worse. In so many ways and so much more devastating than any of the other times. Sheneededthis job. And she was going to hit middle age before she knew it, and it was about damn time that she become an adult, right? At least that’s what her parents kept telling her—comparing her to Jessie every single second.

“Cleaning out your desk, then, JK?” Scott sneered.

“Now, why would I do that?” How she wished she hadn’t been so quick to use her initials on the blog. Seemed too late to change it now, despite the association with another JK who would not be named—ever. She refused to be guilty by association.

“Give you enough rope to hang yourself, did he?” Scott scoffed.

“Oh to be so insecure as to have to badger someone just to feel like a man.” Jamie rolled her eyes and looked over at the other two female journalists on staff. They sniggered, and Scott all but stomped his foot in a tantrum.

“Yeah well. Won’t be long before you fuck up again and the gay woman card only gets you so many passes.”

Jamie bit back another retort.

She could only fake that much confidence while her heart thundered at the idea of calling Siena’s office. But what the hell other choice did she have?

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