want to hide her anymore.”
She opened up the first page of the folder. “Do you know this woman?” Lucy pointed to an image of his physical therapist, Sarah. “You need to play up some possible interest with her. Flirt out in the public. Go visit her work one too many times. Talk about getting an amazing massage from her… you know the drill. I'll help you, as well. I have gossip plants all over the sporting world. I’ve already had my assistant make a couple of phone calls.”
Micah looked disgusted, almost sickened by this woman’s approach. “And what am I supposed to tell my girlfriend? That I'm fake cheating on her so the media will forget about her? How does that work?”
Lucy shrugged her shoulders. “You tell her what you need to tell her. If she loves and respects your career, she will understand.”
The fighter gritted his teeth. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue, but the way she put on this air of knowing all there is and having solutions to every problem, he could not help but trust her guidance, at least in this arena. “What else would I have to do?”
She flipped to the second page. “You need to be a bad boy again. Before you leave the airport for Chicago on Saturday morning, you’re gonna do something reckless and stupid. Just enough to get you press, but not enough to get you arrested. I say that you curse out a security guard at the airport. Maybe he’s annoying you by taking too long checking your bags. Raise some haunches and attract some attention. We’ll have a plant there posting about it on social media. Press will pick it up by the time you land.”
Micah let out a loud, exhausted sigh as he rubbed his temple with his fingertips. “So this is how it’s gonna be from now on? I'm just supposed to follow the steps in this black folder.”
“We have to do what we have to, Micah. I'll say jump, and you'll jump. Chris will say punch, and you'll punch. This is gonna be a team effort, but we'll make you a star as long as you follow along.” Lucy had said this so many times to other clients, especially reluctant ones. It was almost as if it, and her taking out her lengthy contract, was just part of her script.
Chris nodded approvingly at Micah, as he studied the long form before him. He pulled out the last page and handed it back to her.
He stood, no longer wanting to be a part of this scheme anymore. As he placed some money on the table to cover the bill, he turned back to his new agent. Her beaming and enthusiastic face unnerved him. Yet, all he could think to say to her was, “When do I jump?”
Chapter 7: The Victor’s Spoils
Alice’s heart was racing in a furious pattern. She was thrilled. It was her first time on a plane in years. Hell, it was the first time she had been out of the state since her father had passed. Now, here she was with first class tickets in hand and on her way to the Windy City with her celebrity boyfriend (who was madly in love with her).
Everything these days felt so surreal to her. It was if she had hopped from one nightmare to a fairy tale. Or perhaps all of that good luck and karma that she had been saving up was finally being cashed in. Either way, if this was her reward for playing it safe for the majority of her life, she was perfectly content with her prize.
Micah assisted Jeffrey with unloading their bags from the back of the SUV as Alice waited at the curbside. The noise from the airline was just enough to cover up Jeffrey’s voice as he wished Micah good luck and promised to watch the match from home. The couple smiled and waved at him, as he returned to the driver’s seat and they marched onwards through the airport.
After checking in, Alice followed the crowd directly to the security checkpoints. Her black leather carry-on luggage borrowed from Micah’s personal travel collection trailed at her heels. She was eager to get inside and settled before their plane
She opened up the first page of the folder. “Do you know this woman?” Lucy pointed to an image of his physical therapist, Sarah. “You need to play up some possible interest with her. Flirt out in the public. Go visit her work one too many times. Talk about getting an amazing massage from her… you know the drill. I'll help you, as well. I have gossip plants all over the sporting world. I’ve already had my assistant make a couple of phone calls.”
Micah looked disgusted, almost sickened by this woman’s approach. “And what am I supposed to tell my girlfriend? That I'm fake cheating on her so the media will forget about her? How does that work?”
Lucy shrugged her shoulders. “You tell her what you need to tell her. If she loves and respects your career, she will understand.”
The fighter gritted his teeth. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue, but the way she put on this air of knowing all there is and having solutions to every problem, he could not help but trust her guidance, at least in this arena. “What else would I have to do?”
She flipped to the second page. “You need to be a bad boy again. Before you leave the airport for Chicago on Saturday morning, you’re gonna do something reckless and stupid. Just enough to get you press, but not enough to get you arrested. I say that you curse out a security guard at the airport. Maybe he’s annoying you by taking too long checking your bags. Raise some haunches and attract some attention. We’ll have a plant there posting about it on social media. Press will pick it up by the time you land.”
Micah let out a loud, exhausted sigh as he rubbed his temple with his fingertips. “So this is how it’s gonna be from now on? I'm just supposed to follow the steps in this black folder.”
“We have to do what we have to, Micah. I'll say jump, and you'll jump. Chris will say punch, and you'll punch. This is gonna be a team effort, but we'll make you a star as long as you follow along.” Lucy had said this so many times to other clients, especially reluctant ones. It was almost as if it, and her taking out her lengthy contract, was just part of her script.
Chris nodded approvingly at Micah, as he studied the long form before him. He pulled out the last page and handed it back to her.
He stood, no longer wanting to be a part of this scheme anymore. As he placed some money on the table to cover the bill, he turned back to his new agent. Her beaming and enthusiastic face unnerved him. Yet, all he could think to say to her was, “When do I jump?”
Chapter 7: The Victor’s Spoils
Alice’s heart was racing in a furious pattern. She was thrilled. It was her first time on a plane in years. Hell, it was the first time she had been out of the state since her father had passed. Now, here she was with first class tickets in hand and on her way to the Windy City with her celebrity boyfriend (who was madly in love with her).
Everything these days felt so surreal to her. It was if she had hopped from one nightmare to a fairy tale. Or perhaps all of that good luck and karma that she had been saving up was finally being cashed in. Either way, if this was her reward for playing it safe for the majority of her life, she was perfectly content with her prize.
Micah assisted Jeffrey with unloading their bags from the back of the SUV as Alice waited at the curbside. The noise from the airline was just enough to cover up Jeffrey’s voice as he wished Micah good luck and promised to watch the match from home. The couple smiled and waved at him, as he returned to the driver’s seat and they marched onwards through the airport.
After checking in, Alice followed the crowd directly to the security checkpoints. Her black leather carry-on luggage borrowed from Micah’s personal travel collection trailed at her heels. She was eager to get inside and settled before their plane
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