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the floor beneath Connor’s enormous junk. I growl into the phone, “That’s sexist, Vince.” While his comment might be true, it’s still sexist.
    “So what the hell is the problem? You got a thing for this guy?”
    I snort, “You couldn’t be any more off the mark if you were on the moon, Vince!” I hurl a pair of wet jeans into the dryer and they thud against the back wall with a metallic echo. “There’s no way I’m doing this interview!”
    “I’m sorry,” Vince says with feigned politeness, “did I hear you right? I think there’s a bad connection.”
    “You heard me,” I seethe, grabbing a fistful of wet leggings from the laundry basket.
    “That’s odd, because I could’ve sworn you said you were all over this story because you want to keep getting work from me, and the last thing you want to do is piss me off to the point that I lose your phone number.”
    I squeeze my smart phone so hard I think I’m going to crack the screen. When that doesn’t happen, I consider throwing it into the dryer with my clothes.
    “You picking up what I’m putting down, Warmoth?”
    “Yes!”
    The truth is, if it wasn’t for Vince, I wouldn’t have enough work to make rent every month. Paid work as a journalist is very hard to find. The last thing I want to do is move back in with my parents. I swore to myself I’d never get that desperate. If I wasn’t already short on rent for next month, I’d seriously consider telling Vince to stick this story so far up his ass that he could read it with his eyes closed.
    I sigh to myself.
    Everybody knows that adulthood means from time to time you have to bend over for your boss whether you want to or not. The image of sweaty Vince Pitts with his stringy comb-over flopping against his forehead while he bends me over his glass desk at the Trending offices makes me want to throw up all over my laundry. I swallow down my disgust. I don’t want to run this load of darks again.
    “What’s it gonna be, Warmoth? Am I calling Audrey to handle what you can’t?”
    Audrey Fisher is a senior contributor for Trending Magazine . She’s a kiss ass and a job hog who would love to take my paycheck.
    But I hardly care about her.
    I care about my reputation.
    Never in my career have I balked at an assignment. I’m the go-to girl. I get stuff done. I’m up for any assignment, no matter how much I might dislike the subject. I’ve interviewed drug dealers, embezzlers, corporate criminals, and human rights abusers. I always get the story, no matter how much the subject turns my stomach. But this is different. This is personal.
    “Well, Warmoth?”
    I grit my teeth. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
    “Good. Remember, your interview copy goes live to- day . Austin will meet you in the lobby at the hotel at noon to take pictures.”
    “I thought we weren’t getting an exclusive on the photos.”
    “We’re not. The agreement with Rom Com Con and Connor’s agent is that nobody gets any pictures until the live reveal. They’ve gone out of their way to keep this Connor guy’s face a secret. Why, I have no idea. But I want to go live with your article the second Austin has pics. Otherwise TMZ will break the story before we do. So drop whatever you’re doing and get your ass back to that hotel and finish that fucking interview! You hearing me, Warmoth?!”
    “Yes!!” I scream into the phone.
    The few people doing their laundry this early in the morning all stop what they’re doing and stare at me.
    “Sorry,” I mutter to the room. Not sorry.
    “I don’t want to hear sorry, Warmoth! Get your ass in gear!’
    “I was talking to the—”
    Vince hangs up before I can finish my sentence.
    While cursing Vince under my breath to the high heavens, I yank my wet laundry out of the dryer and stuff it in my basket. Then I stop one of the many washing machines in the laundromat with a violent twist, nearly snapping the knob off the control panel. I pull my unfinished load of soapy towels out