Free More Muffia (The Muffia Book 2) by Ann Royal Nicholas

“we have a problem. Dakota Johnson will not be booked for Hello Kitty if this gets out.”
    I wanted to say that once Dakota Johnson stripped down in Fifty Shades of Gray , Kitty would be saying “Goodbye.” But my mouth remained closed.
    She pulled the phone back and put it down on the desk. “You agree it’s you?”
    “It’s me but... ”
    “The person who sent them wants you let go from the company.”
    Sometimes I really hate it when I’m right.
    “Did Viggo say something about me? I thought we got along well. You know, we had a good working relationship. All I did was make sure he showed up on time, which meant waking him up before he wanted... ”
    “It’s not Viggo. He likes you.”
    He likes me ? That was nice to learn, especially since he’d been sort of cold toward me most of the trip. But if it wasn’t Viggo, who took the pictures and somehow dashed to the plane ahead of me; who would want me gone?
    “I guess I just don’t understand,” I protested. “I mean, I’m a nobody . I book actors who shoot television commercials in foreign countries. Am I a threat to the balance of trade?”
    “It is a bit of a mystery,” she agreed, admiring her manicure job.
    “If you don’t tell me who sent them, I really can’t explain it.”
    “I don’t actually know who sent them...yet. The Internet people are working on it. But the fact remains,” she glanced at her computer screen, “it IS you in the pictures and if this were to get out, it could damage us—the department—if not the entire agency.”
    “I don’t really see how,” I said, and immediately wished I hadn’t.
    “Quinn, we are a talent agency, and you must remember that as a talent agency, we exist to help create entertainment for the masses—entertainment which is a vehicle for corporations to market their products. It is a corporate commercial enterprise. Corporations don’t want anything out there in the media that will damage their brands. Your yelling at people in Japan damages our relationship with every corporation that is Japanese and every corporate entity that does business with the Japanese, not to mention any other corporation that’s offended by your behavior. If this gets out, they will use other agencies’ talent. Do you understand?”
    “Even if they really, really want one of our clients?” I asked hopefully.
    “They’ll go somewhere else,” she repeated. “So I need you to clean it up.”
    I nodded my head. I did understand.
    A thought hit me. I opened my mouth and just as quickly closed it again. If I’d learned anything about human relationships—which wasn’t much if it had taken me this long to break up with Steven— it was that you should never bad-mouth your friend’s or boss’s sex partners.
    In this case, the only person I could think of who’d want me gone was Jamie’s pretty little handpicked dog’s body and Moldovan Molotov cocktail, Titania. Their affair was not a secret; everyone already knew Jamie was gay, so no biggie there, either. But when Titania had arrived in the TP offices four months earlier, most of us had taken an immediate dislike to her. Her scantily dressed body—and even more scantily cloaked ambition—made Eve Harrington look like Melanie in Gone With the Wind.
    “Doesn’t matter where they came from or who sent them, just clean it up,” Jamie said, interrupting my thoughts. “Get some help. Get Reputationdefense.com, or whatever it’s called. If these pictures hit the Internet, I’m telling you right now, I can’t save you.”
    “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Absolutely.” I stood, none too sure about how I was going to do it nor if I’d be able to halt the implosion of my career.
    “One more thing—”
    I sat back down as she scrolled beneath the pictures and once more presented the phone:

     
    You must terminate Quinn Cunningham’s contract, or this goes live in three weeks.
     
    My chest constricted; my throat tightened. Where were my aphorisms