Page 16 of Pucking Fake

"You're hiring her?" Micah asks, his brown eyes wide behind his glasses.

"That's the plan."

"It's your funeral, man," he mutters, shaking his head.

"Well, fuck you and your vote of confidence."

"Just saying, there are bad plans and then there's whatever the fuck that is," he says, shrugging.

"I think it's a good plan," Diego interjects.

Micah shoots me a look as if to say point proven.

I choose to ignore him. There isn't anything wrong with my plan. He just has no faith.

"I changed my mind about the interviews next week."

Alice Madison looks up at me from her desk, her hazel eyes narrowed. "Too late. They're already scheduled. I am not calling ten people on Friday afternoon to cancel."

"I'm not trying to cancel them."

"You just said you changed your mind about them."

"I didn't mean cancel them. I want to sit in on them."

She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "What are you up to, Logan Moreno?"

"Who says I'm up to anything?" I ask, chuckling as I lean against the wall. Alice is amusing. She reminds me of Kelsey from back home. Neither of them take any shit and they give as good as they get. Alice isn't a terrorist like Kelsey, though. She's sweet as pie…when she wants to be. Shit. Maybe she is just like Kelsey.

"That little boy look on your face says you're up to some mess," she says. "Spill so I can decide if I want to help you or not."

Well, that doesn't sound like a fucking trap at all, now does it?

Screw it. Might as well play along.

"I've already decided which of the candidates I'm hiring," I say.

"Who?"

"Peyton Cloud."

"Why her?"

"It’s confidential."

"Interesting." She drums her nails against her arm before pointing at her door. "I don't know if you noticed the sign on that door, but it says team publicist. You know what that means, Logan?"

"Uh, that you do press shit for the team?"

Apparently, that's the wrong answer because she rolls her eyes at me. "It means your business is my business. Spill."

"I slept with her," I mutter.

"Oh, absolutely not!" she cries, staring at me like I've completely lost it. "You are not hiring someone you slept with. Have you lost your frigging mind?"

"Possibly."

She snorts, which I assume is her agreeing with me.

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