Page 20 of Am I the Only One

“Yes. I’m actually studying to be a media strategist.”

“Impressive,” she notes. “How much longer do you have?”

“Three more semesters.”

“It’ll be here in no time.”

I smile and nod, knowing all too well that those dreams are dead and gone. Unless a miracle happens, I’ll never see myself in my dream job or any job that will pull me out of the gutter I’m sinking deeper into. “I actually know William’s wife.”

“That’s right; she works at the university.”

“So, you know her too?”

Shrugging, she responds, “Not really. With the election coming up, work keeps me very busy, plus I travel a lot. So, there isn’t much time left for a social life, if you know what I mean.”

Her job for the campaign is a side-by-side one, so wherever William is, she’d be right next to him, making sure he’s exactly where his itinerary says he should be.

“If you want,” she adds, “I can talk to Frank. He’s the media specialist on Tripp’s campaign. Maybe you could shadow him one day. Get some inside knowledge on the job.”

I nod, intrigued to get a closer look, not only for the job I doubt I’ll ever have but also because I’m nosy and want to know more about what’s going on between Olivia and Mrs. Montgomery’s husband.

“That actually sounds amazing.”

“Great,” she says, pulling out her cell phone. “What’s your number?”

I give her my contact information, and a few seconds later, my phone vibrates inside my clutch.

“I just texted you, so you have my number as well. I’ll talk to Frank and get back to you.” She slips her phone into her purse. “And if I can manage to sneak away from work, maybe we could grab lunch sometime.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

She smiles, and I wonder how many people she’s fooled into believing she’s just as charming as she appears.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I should probably go mingle,” she says before strolling across the room to a small cluster of people standing by the baby grand piano.

My eyes linger as I sip my champagne. Her wavy red hair cascades down her back as she laughs at something someone says.

I startle when Luca sneaks up behind me and grabs my hand.

“Shit, girl. Why’re you so tense?”

“I’m not.”

He quirks a brow at me and tugs my hand, silently urging me to follow him. “Whatever.”

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs.”

I’m completely okay with ducking away from the party, and I don’t look back as we head up to his room.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims, shutting and locking his door before raking his hand through his perfectly imperfect hair.

“What?”

“My dad just introduced me to George Wilcox, the director of Command Consulting group, and he just offered me a paid internship for this summer.”

“Are you serious? Doing what?”

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