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Why would they have filmed her and Matt? No cameras were in the Bournham Industries offices Stairwells, sure Maybe elevators But in Matt's office?

"Bournham contracted with producers for the reality television series, to spend six weeks pretending to be ato producer Jonah Moore…"

The television cut to a filrin and said, "Mike told us he wanted to increase his exposure and, well--Aained for Watch Meet the Hidden Boss for the extra-special footage"

"Joan, do we knoho this mystery woman is?" the Botoxed blonde host asked the Botoxed brunette host

Click Grandrunting with disgust

Disgust

Now she knehy Krysta wanted her to avoid the computer

Oh, holy shit He wasn’t Matt Jones Michael Bournha Bournham?

She had slept with one of the hottest men in--well, ever? Lydia hadn't just slept with her boss

She’d fucked her boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss

The front door nearly crashed into the living roo "Lydia! Lydia!" Krysta shouted

"Nice try, kid," Madgea sy to the door to open it Her friend caa pants, a t-shirt, flip-flops, and no bra, everything flapping and jiggling as she crossed the room--and then stopped when she saw Lydia's face

"Fuck I’m too late," she said flatly

"Co as you don't have a hidden ca Diane would do The thought struck Jeremy as he watched the video for the thousandth ti the way her elbow curved, how one hip jutted up The way her hair glided as she sighed, her body asp ADiane would do

Not Lydia’s elegance or her passion, or even her lusty, incredible sensuality But the video ele known, about being seen, about surfaces and appearances and the shell of legitimacy in her socialite world A sex tape would round out her resume in that niche of pseudo-celebrity life

After his run with Mike yesterday, Jeremy had mulled over the situation Maybe he could help Certainly, watching the video was crucial, right? As a service to his friend, of course Of course He was that kind of guy, always sacrificing for others

A few calls to some hacker friends who could easily be bribed with Bitcoin and he had the video at an hour when the rest of the east coast was sleeping Mike didn't know Jeremy had the video Soon everyone in the world would have it, though, so why not beat the his eyes, he watched carefully, finished the video, and watched it again At no point during the video did Mike say Lydia’s naain At no point did her face directly look into the ca that there was no way to know-- specifically--that this was in fact Lydia Charles And that’s when a fully-fledged plan poured into Jeremy’s mind, as if inserted by divine intervention For all her faults, Diane’s disgustingly shallow personality was about to become exceptionally helpful

It wouldn’t be hard reaching her; the wolitzy, flash-enabled website as if she were a the elite Plenty of people he knew had their oebsites--but it was because they had accoineers Inventors Authors Musicians Diane had one because she just…was She had shellacked an asses and fashion statee of a famous self It even had a "Donate Now" button Donate for what? Her next anal bleaching? Botox treath, there was a Contact Us button on her site and he clicked it Was this really the right way to go? Or should he text her? Oh--not even an issue It turned out she gave her cell phone nu, he closed his eyes and shook his head and then nodded again Diane, you make it so easy

His phone at the ready, he typed one sentence, hit send, and waited The video had just hit the neenty o If she were as cravenly, coldly, cynically ambitious as he--

Bzzz! Aha! He read her response Indeed, she was This was going to be even easier than he thought

Meet me at S&S in an hour, her text read

S&S? That breakfast place in Cae? he wondered That wasn’t a fancy place where she’d be seen--oh, that’s right He wasn’t worth being seen with Well, he could handle the ier to be seen with her either What he had in mind involved a careful calibration of ht people kept their ht people opened thelobal humiliation

An hour later, he sat in a quiet, dark corner shoveling down the best smoked salmon and Havarti omelet he'd ever had when Diane walked in She had just coa class, her hair pulled back with a headband, her ass so tight that Jeremy probably could not only bounce a quarter off of it, he could bounce a hu off of it He had to admit that Mike had reasonably decent taste in bodies--if not personalities

Then there was her face

It was so tight, frozen into sonitive dissonance when you looked into her eyes, which were shrewdly calculating, if not a bit angry

"What does any of this have to do withestured with a wave of her hand--"for I don’t even kno long So, ould you wantwith him that involves reality TV?"

He waved to the server Diane ordered so whites-only abomination and a fruit cup as he lared at hi my time, Jeremy?"