Free Love Through LimeLight by Farrah Abraham

know I’ll pay for that interruption later. Tina does not approve of
mixing business with pleasure and the task I had sent her on definitely counts
as pleasure.
    “I did, Ms. Opal.” She says evenly. She never really voices
her displeasure in a way that can be measured. She’s very professional, even if
she is a couple years older than me. I hired her based on her excellent references
and have been quite pleased with her abilities. Between her and a very small
management company, my businesses and stocks are being handled with the most
expert of care. I receive daily updates and never have to ask where a project
stands.
    “And?” I push, trying to keep the impatience I feel out of
my tone.
    Tina shifts through several of her papers and hands me a
single legal pad page. There, in tight handwriting is Harper Vasso’s
information. He is single—has never been married—and is a very successful businessman
himself. He is in his early forties, so quite a bit older than me but I don’t
mind. He keeps himself fit, has a gym membership in good standing and makes a
few serious hiking trips every year. He likes to kayak and Scuba dive. He also
has several homes in the mountains.
    Along with all of this information, Tina has provided a
sociological evaluation of what she feels he is like. He is a loner, though he isn’t
lonely. He is a little awkward but he spends his time wisely and is very
dedicated to improving himself as a person. He is the strong, silent type that
every girl dreams of. His accent is vaguely Armenian; though it is carefully
masked unless he is upset. He is the kind of man who has complete control over
everything in his life. Especially himself.
    Looking down at the report makes my heart rate kick up. For
a moment I think I am going to faint. Something about this man calls to me. His
character, the pictures Tina has provided along with this portfolio and
everything else I know about him makes me want to meet him in the worst way.
    I worry the bottom of my lip, trying to focus on a plan. I
want to see him but I don’t want to come on too aggressively. “Tina, did you
send him the invitation as well?”
    “Of course, Ms. Opal. I also included the handwritten letter
you prepared, thanking him for his assistance last week.”
    I rub my fingertips against my forehead. Last week? It feels
like three months have passed since that incident. TNS had taken to it like a
shark smelling blood in the water. Since the moment I got out of my hospital
bed, I’ve been squashing rumors and disputing faulty “evidence” of a
relationship.
    Luckily, I have plenty of witnesses who saw what really
happened. My true fans had also been at the event and though they hadn’t been
much help, they had backed me at every turn, telling the world that a small
group of crazy people didn’t make all of my fans bad.
    My face flushes with color when I think of the other person
doing the most to keep me out of the media’s spotlight. Harper Vasso had also
stepped up on several occasions, even though it was well known that he didn’t
like to be in front of cameras. Well, it was well-known to me. I had tried to
find out everything I could about the man who had probably saved my life.
    “…Fallon?”
    Hearing Tina call my given name snapped me out of my
revelry. She was tapping her foot impatiently and I hadn’t even realized the
limo had started moving. “Did you hear me?”
    “No, Tina. I’m sorry, could you repeat yourself?”
    For just a moment, Tina’s mask of professionalism slips and
she tilts her head in my direction. “Are you sure you’re okay? The doctor did
say you should take it easy for a while.”
    I try to smile at her but I know it’s a wan, weak attempt. I
really do appreciate her concern but I have to keep moving if I want to get
where I need to be. “Don’t worry about me. I can take it.”
    Tina nods and the mask is fully back in place. “All right.
As I was saying, I’m not sure if he will be there