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“What now?” I asked.

“You really need to get in on the social media world,” Natasha said. “Emma’s Facebook is hilarious. She has all these products she’s fed up with, so she took to her status and started ranting about them. They make my night, Emma. Carter and I love them.”

“Well, I’ve had people contact me and ask me to review their product. They’ve even offered to send me their products free-of-charge, no kidding,” Emma said.

“Why would someone want to send you their product if you’re going to tear them to shreds?” I asked.

“It’s actually a thing,” Emma said. “Companies send products to people who specifically focus on problem areas. They send back a private analysis of the product so they can enhance it and fix it before it goes to market. Then I get another free-of-charge finished product and post a review somewhere. I could build a website and sell advertising space and all that.”

“That’s awesome,” Natasha said. “Good for you!”

“As much as I’d love to help you out, I’m going to need more than a part-time position to keep up with my bills and stuff. But I really appreciate the offer,” I said.

“I figured I would throw it out there. If you don’t have anyone that approaches you with a job, mine’s always open. The kids would love to have you around, and it would give you some flow of income until you find something more permanent,” Emma said.

“I really appreciate it, girl. Thanks,” I said with a smile.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Wait, before I ask. How do you feel about paparazzi?” Natasha asked.

“It’s a pretty good song if you ask me,” I said.

“Be serious. How do you feel about the press?” Natasha asked.

“Why?”

“Just answer the damn question, Cat.”

“You’re asking someone who doesn’t own a television how I feel about people who make their living from televised material. I think they’re pointless and a bunch of hound dogs,” I said.

“Yeah reminder on how she treated Ryan.”

“Ha good point, but that might work to her advantage. Okay. So, I heard from Carter that Jace is looking for a new nanny. His is apparently about to retire,” Natasha said.

“Jace Logan?” I asked as I scrunched up my face. “Isn’t that the guy with the druggie ex-wife?”

“That guy, yes. I know he’s in the news-”

“He’s in the news a lot because of her. That woman is nothing but drama.”

“How do you know he’s in the news if you don’t have a television?” Emma asked.

“Because I’m assaulted with news everywhere I go. Just because I don’t have a television doesn’t mean other people and places don’t. Asshole.”

“Jace is a great guy,” Natasha said. “And he pays very, very well.”

“I appreciate the heads up, but I just got out of one very dramatic situation that didn’t end well. The last thing I need is to willingly step into another one,” I said.

“For someone who needs a job, you sure are picky,” Emma said with a grin.

“I’ll throw the rest of my vinaigrette dressing all over you,” I said.

“Oh, the humanity!” Emma said dramatically. “You’ll break my heart.”

“Well, I’m going to give you his number anyway,” Natasha said as she pulled out a card and a pencil.

“That’s not necessary,” I said.

“Just take the damn number,” she said as she slid it over to me. “If you hit dead ends, give him a call. Carter and Jace have done a lot of business together in the past, so you can tell him I referred you. He really is a great guy. He’ll treat you fairly and he won’t try to shove his hand up your skirt.”

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