I sighed softly a my reflection in the dressing room mirror I was given. It was a few minutes past eight pm and I was supposed to be be a special guest on the show "Spill the tea!" with Tara Dominic. Tara was a famous interviewer, well known not just for her beautiful charisma, though she had those in spades, but also for her ability to hide her disdain for her guests behind so-called thoughtful questions. I plainly think she's nothing more than a gossip monger, just like so many journalists in this world of ours. But unfortunately, her word carried a lot of weight as well and she had the cunning ability to sway the minds of the masses to her favour, which was why my agent, Brent, thought it would be a good idea to have an exclusive interview with her. Not that I needed it for my image, after all, I am a self-made jewel and I'm already loved by all,but Brent said it'd be good for boosting my reputation. Image promotion, he called it.
Then again, I should've known better than to hire someone named Brent as my agent. No offense to all the Brents out there.
"Knock knock. Two more minutes, Miss Jordan" a crew member said softly through my door.
"I miss Tilly." I said softly and sighed again as I stood up to do some last-minute check-ups. Tilly was my former agent and the closest thing to a friend I ever had.
"You're a bitch and you know it. Did you really think I won't find out that you've been sleeping with my boyfriend all this while? And to think you had the nerve to come beg me for a spot on my show. What, you thought that you could screw my boyfriend behind my back and I wouldn't find out? Bitch." She spat.
If the situation I was currently in wasn't bizarre enough, I would actually have laughed, because this is playing out like a scene in a movie. Albeit a really bad one. But since I'm an A-list actress, I could probably help spice it up.
So I just chuckle silently and cross my beautiful, olive-skinned arms across my chest."Okay, first of all, I'm not screwing your boyfriend," I make air quotes to emphasize my point, "He practically begged me for it. And who I choose to spend my nights with has got nothing to do with you, boyfriend or no. He's got his life to live after all." I shrug and then arch a perfectly carved eyebrow."Although, with the way you seem controlling and with the trash you talk about on TV, no wonder he couldn't get it up with you." I smirk.
She just kept on opening and closing her mouth like a fish. "Bitch," she managed to say. Honestly, she was beginning to sound like a broken record." You know, you really need to upgrade your vocab. Is it just me or are you starting to sound like you're on rewind?" I laugh.
Now bear in mind, that none of the allegations levelled against me are true. I just decided to play along to see how it went and to put her in her place. If the douche bag I unfortunately crossed paths with a few months ago is by any chance her boyfriend, then all I can say is that they deserve each other. He had approached me a few months ago in a Japanese restaurant, just days after I had wrapped up the movie with Abe. I had decided to go out just to treat myself to a nice dinner and all and then this guy shows up, asking if we could hang out. No introductions, no nothing. Just flat out asks me out, and not for a date. Just so we could hookup. The bloody gorilla, with his big oversized mouth asked me, Ava Jordan for a hookup! The nerve.
Which was why I decided to pay her back on kind, because indirectly I was punishing her. A scathing look from me that night was enough to send him scurrying, but it was still not enough for me. So when Tara said he was her boyfriend, I found this as an opportunity to get back at him. As I thought about that now, I smiled and would have petted myself on the back if she hadn't been there, watching me, still shellshocked. That doesn't mean I didn't do it mentally. But what she did next had me shellshocked.
She burst out in laughter before twisting her face into an ugly sneer." You think you've gotten your revenge already, haven't you? Well you didn't factor in the fact that I always get the last laugh, which is why when your agent was on his knees begging like a dog without shame for a slot for you in my show," she spat "I knew I had to use this opportunity.''
I should have known that Brent would do something like that, all in the name of helping me. So called image promotion. But I'm not a fan of nasty surprises and I didn't like the way Tara smiled at me. I didn't like it at all.
I try to mask my expression and look like I couldn't be bothered,but she looked like she wasn't buying it as her smile grew even bigger. Then she swaggered to me and leaned in and said in a mock whisper "You'll see what I've got in store for you, Ava bloody Jordan," before sashay
Meanwhile, it was all I could do not to loose all the contents in my stomach at her nauseating perfume, which I only just noticed when she leaned in so close. Seriously, girl should get a better perfume. It's like she had to wear it just to mask the smell of her behind, not that it's working...
Back to my issue. I've got a big one and I need to take care of it. I need to take care of it fast.