Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) (21 page)

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I told her about Julian West

s interest in turning
my book into a movie, and that Boss likely was the best person to escort me for
that reason.


A
potential movie?
 
Lisa, that

s wonderful.


It

s surreal.


It

s ideal.


It
hasn

t
happened yet.
 
I really don

t expect anything to
come from it.
 
But it is nice to
think that he

s
asked to meet me.
 
That

s kind of killer.
 
You know how much I love his work.


Everything
seems to be happening at once.


Tell
me about it.
 
Did you see the ad in
today

s
Times
?


I
did see it

and
I thought it was fantastic.
 
And
that quote from Spears!
 
So
well-deserved.
 
And by the way, I
don

t
care what Boss thinks

I
thought you totally looked hot.
 
Blackwell and Bernie nailed it.
 
You looked ethereal, which is perfect for your genre.
 
I couldn

t stop looking at you, and that was their intention.
 
Those diamonds on your lips were insane.


I
never thought I

d
be sporting diamonds there,

I
said.

A thought crossed Jennifer

s face.
 

You probably don

t know this, but Julian is one of Alex

s good friends.


Actually,
Blackwell told me that.
 
She also
had a few ideas about how I could use his enthusiasm to keep my book closer to
the way I wrote it.


How?

I gave her Blackwell

s rendition of how
things might go if I played it right.


She

s a genius.


She
is.


Do
you think it will work?

she
asked.


It
depends on how West reacts to the proposed changes.
 
If he loves them, I

m screwed.
 
But if he hates them, Boss will have no
choice but to listen to him because we all know that he can

t screw up a potential
movie deal, which would only sell more books.
 
What I know right now is that nothing is
certain.
 
I need to continue to work
and to implement Boss

changes

as
in now.
 
I can

t waste any time.
 
Blackwell asked me to meet Bernie and
her at six.
 
That gives me much of
the day to work on the book, which I have to do.
 
If West convinces Boss not to change my
book

or
at least not to change a large part of it

then I won

t be as stressed out
as I am.
 
But I can

t count on that.
 
I have a contract, I have my marching
orders, and I need to work.
 
So, I
should get moving.


Before
you get to it, tell me how it was with Tank this morning.


Heartbreaking.
 
But at this point, let

s face it

I
need to get a grip.
 
I

ve become a whiny
little bitch, which I can

t
stand in anyone, especially in myself.
 
It really is just two weeks.
 
Yes, I

ll
miss him and I

ll
absolutely miss you.
 
But come
on.
 
It

s two weeks.
 
Tank and I will survive.
 
I

m sad that he

s leaving, and I

ll miss you and him terribly, but then all of you will be
back before I know it.
 
I don

t do weak, but I did
it this morning.
 
I

m putting an end to
that now.

 

I stood.
 

You need to get back to packing.
 
When you

re finished, knock on my door.
 
I

ll give you a big kiss goodbye, and then I

ll continue to work
until I need to leave to meet with Blackwell and Bernie.


And
with Boss,

Jennifer
said.


He
doesn

t
intimidate me, Jennifer.
 
At least
not now.
 
We

ll see how tonight
goes, and then I

ll
reassess.
 
Blackwell said that he
needs me more than I need him.
 
Tank
echoed that statement.


I
agree with them.
 
Wenn Publishing is
looking at you to improve their bottom line.


Which
I hope to do.
 
God knows those ads
have set a high expectation.
 
So, I

ll leave you to
pack.
 
I

ll be working on the
book.
 
Let me know when you

re about to leave, and
I

ll
give you a big send-off.

I was about to enter my bedroom when
my cell rang.
 
I pulled it out of my
pants pocket and saw that it was Blackwell.


It

s Blackwell,

I
said to Jennifer.


Well,
answer it.


Hi,
Barbara.


Hi,
Barbara, my ass.


What

s the matter?


All
things I once considered divoon have just been debunked!


I
don

t
know what that means.


What
it means is that we are officially in full crisis mode.


What
are you talking about?


I
hate the dress that I

ve
chosen for you to wear tonight.
 
It

s black.
 
Everyone is going to be wearing black
tonight.
 
Why should you also be in
black?
 
You shouldn

t.
  
Of course you shouldn

t.
 
I don

t know what I was thinking when I selected it, but it

s not right.
 
It doesn

t make the right statement.
 
Hell, it doesn

t make a statement at
all.
 
It won

t get people talking,
and that is what we need.
 
So, we
need to accomplish that.


How?


By
going shopping before it

s
too late.
 
Right now, I

m parked outside your
apartment, so get a move on, princess.
 
You

ll
find me in the limo right outside your door.
 
And don

t you dare keep me waiting.
 
You and I need to haul ass to Bergdorf
before it

s
too late.


You

re going to have to
give me five minutes.
 
I need to get
dressed.


Then
move it!

I hung up the phone and looked at
Jennifer.
 

I should be rewriting
my book, but apparently I

m
going shopping.


With
Blackwell?
 
Gird your loins,
girl.
 
This will be epic.


I
know it will.
 
You told me how it
went for you.
 
I also know that this
could take hours.


It
could.
 
So give me a hug and a
kiss.
 
And in two weeks, all of us
will be back.

 
 

*
 
*
 
*

 
 

Outside the building, I saw the black
stretch limousine, and once again, I was struck by how quickly my life was
changing.


Bergdorf,

Blackwell
said to the driver once I was seated beside her.
 

We need to step on it.
R
á
pidamente
!

By the time we arrived at the store,
Blackwell was on a tear.
 


Stella
McCartney,

she
said as we hurried into the space.
 

She understands what
it

s
like to have no tits.
 
She

s the perfect choice
for you.


Gee,
thanks.

 

Oh, please.
 
Don

t be so sensitive.
 
You

re
a stick

celebrate
it.
 
If we

re lucky, we

ll find something that
fits, and then we can move the hell on and find some shoes.
 
That will be easier.
 
Hopefully Dior, because, after all, they

re goddamn Dior.
 
Then the undergarments, which must
include Spanx

even
for you, my dear.
 
They will even
you out nicely.
 
You might not be
able to breathe, but that doesn

t
matter to me as it shouldn

t
matter to you.
 
Consider it a
concession for looking your best.

In the elevator, Blackwell crossed
her arms and tapped her foot as we rose.
 
When the doors slid open, I followed her as she steamrolled out.


Somebody,

she
said to no one in particular.
 

I need
assistance.
 
Straight away.
 
As in now.

 
She
snapped her fingers above her head.
 

Hello!
 
We need assistance here.
 
It

s Blackwell.
 
Don

t
you dare cower away from me now.
 
I
know some of you are doing just that.
 
You

re
huddled in your little corners

I
can smell it!

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