Page 10 of The Love Rematch
What the hell, Mom!
“I said, are you good with that, Jake?”
He blinks twice, unable to figure out what he’s missed, and goes with the safe bet. “Of course, Trish.”
“Good. You’ll continue handling the men. Nina, you’ll start working on her profile, wardrobe, and storyline. Fred, see if we can adjust one or two of the dates to focus on her fashion design background.”
Jake frowns.
Sam…and a fashion design background?
That doesn’t—
She’s not—
“Charles.” Trish turns to one of the suits. “Tell the network we’re on board with the plan, and have Legal send over the paperwork. Nick, stop pouting.”
“I’m not—”
“And I’ll track down our new lead,” Trish continues over his protest. Then she glances at the screen and folds her arms. “Get ready, Emily Peters. I’m about to change your life.”
Jake flinches so hard he may as well have been shot.
Everyone else stands.
Everyone else moves.
He sits there bleeding out and numb.
Nina is the last to leave the table. She tosses him a confused look when she finally stands. As she starts to step out of reach, he grabs her forearm. “What name did Trish say?”
“Honestly, Jake.” She tries to shake him off. “Pull yourself together.”
He tightens his grip. “What name?”
“Emily Peters. The same name that’s been trending on Twitter for about six hours, and I suggest you commit it to memory because you’ll be hearing it a lot for the next six weeks if this girl isn’t a total idiot and accepts the platinum-encrusted spoon we’re about to hand-feed her with. I don’t know what family emergency you’ve got going on, and I’m sorry if it’s overwhelming, but you’re in the big leagues now, Jake. If you can’t keep up, Trish and Nick won’t hesitate to replace you with someone who can. And I say that as your friend, okay? Now, let me go.”
He drops her arm as if it’s on fire. “Sorry, yeah. Sorry.”
Nina pats his back on her way out. The second the door closes, he rips his phone out of his pocket and opens Twitter.
#EmsthePerfectMatch
#EmilyAnnNeedsaMan
#EmilysMom
#EmilyAnnSUCKS
#NOTmyperfectmatch
#EmilyforPresident
Jake throws his phone across the room. For a second time that morning, he screams, “FUCK!”
CHAPTERTHREE
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