Chapter Four
“I can’t,” I tell Rich the next morning. “I have some interview thing to film on Friday.”
Rich practically demanded that I come out and have breakfast with him at a spot where paparazzi can easily take photos. It is stupid and silly but I agree. I am hoping if he gets his stupid paparazzi shots in, he won’t bother me till this weekend.
But instantly he asks if I can come to some luncheon event so he can suck up to more people and drag me around on his arm. Amanda had emailed me early this morning with details about my first one-on-one interview on Friday and there is no way I am going to miss it for Rich’s event.
Rich scowls at me. For a second, I wonder if he is going to throw the tapes in my face but he thinks better of it as what I said settles in.
“Interview?”
“Yeah
