Spin Control by Holly O'Dell Page B

Devin? By the way, I can't believe that jerk showed up at the restaurant a few weeks
ago."
    "Has Miranda said anything about him?"
    "Not a word. There doesn't seem to be much connection between the two of them"
    "That may be what Miranda thinks, but Devin believes otherwise." I tilted my head. "They haven't been
seeing each other, you think?"
    "I'm pretty sheltered at work, believe it or not"
    "Come on, isn't the makeup artist the one who gets
all the dish on movie sets and leaks to the press?"
    "Hey, why am I the one being grilled here? He's your
client."
    "Fortunately, I haven't had to see him the last two
weeks. Had some other stuff I had to spin for a CFO at
a major company."
    "Oh, I love it when you talk work. So cryptic, so
vague."
    "Only about the confidential stuff. I really could care
less about this Devin thing."
    Anna stopped dead in her tracks and gave me a
knowing look.

    I 'fessed up. "Who am I kidding? It's all I can think
about, how to get Devin to clean up his act so I can get
on with my life. You wanna talk about vague and cryptic? Well, there you go"
    "When do you see him next?"
    "There's a charity golf tournament this weekend on
Long Island."
    "It wouldn't be Heart Links, would it?"
    "Why yes, it would"
    "I think Miranda's going to be on one of the teams.
She actually enjoys the charity stuff."
    I rolled my eyes. "How convenient. Looks like I'll
get to play buffer once again between Miranda and
Devin. If he keeps showing up like this, she's going to
need a restraining order against him."
    Anna smiled. "Not the kind of publicity you're going
for, I imagine?"
    "Are you sure you don't want to go in my stead?" I
pleaded with Anna. "I can pretty much guarantee there
will be fireworks"
    Apparently I was now the one picking up speed, as
Anna had to jog a few paces to keep up with me. "Man,
this topic sure got you hot under the collar. Look at you,
chastising me earlier for walking too fast"
    "I obviously have some steam to burn off."
    "At least you're not running away from your problems. You're just walking really fast"
    "Har, bar. What, exactly, do you think I can do to
make this situation better?"
    "Hey, you're the doer in this friendship. I make suggestions, you make it happen."

    6411m just tired of my head spinning all the time. Some
people thrive on the drama" I looked over at Anna.
    She put a hand to her chest. "Moi?"
    "You know what I mean. You're quite enjoying this
Andrew-Tommy situation. If that were me, I would just
give up."
    "Yes, and why do you give up so easily?" Anna demanded.
    I grabbed the towel that had been tucked inside the
hip of my red workout pants and dabbed the back of my
neck. "I wouldn't say I'm giving up. I just want things
to be simple."
    "Let's see" Anna stopped and authoritatively put her
fist on her hip. "You're a publicist for your exboyfriend who keeps trying to paw the most popular
actress in Hollywood, all the while trying to deny your
feelings for the perfect guy. I'd say you passed simple a
long time ago, friend."
"

     

«Jenna, it's so great to see you" And I wasn't putting on my PR personality; I really was glad to see a
friendly face.
    "It's been so long. Is Gwen still her neurotic self?"
Jenna worked at Burton Relations three years ago and
had left for a job offer as a weekend anchor in Buffalo.
    "Even more so. Some people slow down with age,
but not her. It's not even hyperactivity, really. I can't
describe it. I just live it."
    "I can't believe you're still working for her." Jenna
shook her head, her perfectly coifed blond hair barely
moving.
    I could only shrug. Why was I still working for
Gwen? Sure, I was making decent money and moving
up the ranks quite nicely, but was there more than this?
Or had I been so tainted by the Devin project that I
couldn't tell right from wrong?

    "Hello, where did you go?" Jenna teased me, waving
her hand in front of my eyes.
    "Just got lost in thought. So, what brings you back
from