The Girl With Diamonds (Midtown Brotherhood Book 2) by Savannah Blevins Page B
Authors: Savannah Blevins
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face, her lips pressed together in a hard line, her eyes narrowed. Austin stood next to her, teeth showing mid laugh. “There was a spark in that interview, Magnolia. Ferra saw it. I see it. The world sees it.”
“Ma’am, I promise you that I keep my professional life and—”
“That doesn’t matter. I know you are a responsible woman. Websites and magazines like The Whisperer, though. They will take that spark and fan the flame. They will make it spread. They’ll let it burn you alive before you even seen the smoke.”
Magnolia swallowed. It sounded too familiar. If one tiny news article in her college paper cost her the interview of a lifetime, Magnolia didn’t want to imagine what a magazine like The Whisperer could do to her career.
“I just want you to be aware.” Mrs. Stamcose stood and walked around her desk. She sat on the edge and looked Magnolia dead in the eye. “I created this internship program because I like to help young people succeed. To give them opportunities I wasn’t offered. I don’t want anything to get in the way of that.”
Magnolia nodded. “I understand.”
Mrs. Stamcose smiled. She reached over and pushed play on the video again. There wasn’t any sound, but it didn’t matter. Facial expression told the story. Austin grinned, and the scowl on her face deepened. Mrs. Stamcose released a chuckle. “Understanding and having the ability to do anything about it are two different things, Miss Cross.”
“I promise there is nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of it.”
“Good luck with that.” Mrs. Stamcose looked over her shoulder at Magnolia before turning back to the screen. “He’s cute.”
Chapter Seven
MAGNOLIA’S CHECKMATE
Magnolia survived her rink-side interview thanks to Evan’s usual overall awesomeness. He reserved the media room for them and scheduled for Magnolia to interview the coach. He told her it was because she needed the practice, and the new setting would offer a different atmosphere, but Magnolia knew Evan was dishing out the biggest favor ever.
It didn’t mean she stopped looking over her shoulder every minute for any unwelcomed visitors. Not that she should expect any. Austin probably knew The Whisperer posted that interview of them, and was now dead set on avoiding her too. After the way he acted at the sight of Ferocia at the rink, he probably never wanted to look in her direction again.
The thought did not disappoint her.
And if she said it enough, she would make herself believe it.
“Look at you.” Cressida’s voice was loud, and she screeched it like they hadn’t just seen each other a couple hours ago.
As much as Magnolia wanted to curl up under ten blankets and hide from the world, she couldn’t make herself stand Cressida up. She agreed to go with her to this ridiculous ‘drink wine while you paint’ class weeks ago. It didn’t matter how many times Stella told her social protocol did not dictate that she coddle Cressida’s every whim, she wasn’t the type of friend who left you hanging. She was crabby, but she was there.
Magnolia waved before signing in at the desk. The eccentric Euro fusion bar turned art studio was quaint but cute. It held a certain high class refinery that could only be found in Manhattan. Magnolia had never worn a cocktail dress to a crafting event, but Cressida warned her of the appropriate dress code for the occasion. It was the grand opening, and it was Midtown. Cocktail dress. Always a cocktail dress.
She accused Cressida of control freak issues, but now that she was here, and saw twelve other women dressed in the same haute attire, she was glad Cressida gave her the heads up. The last thing she wanted to do was stand out.
“You look like a tiger let out of its cage.”
“Would you stop it?” Magnolia grabbed Cressida’s arm and pulled her closer, afraid one of the other women might hear her.
“What?” Cressida trotted over to a
“Ma’am, I promise you that I keep my professional life and—”
“That doesn’t matter. I know you are a responsible woman. Websites and magazines like The Whisperer, though. They will take that spark and fan the flame. They will make it spread. They’ll let it burn you alive before you even seen the smoke.”
Magnolia swallowed. It sounded too familiar. If one tiny news article in her college paper cost her the interview of a lifetime, Magnolia didn’t want to imagine what a magazine like The Whisperer could do to her career.
“I just want you to be aware.” Mrs. Stamcose stood and walked around her desk. She sat on the edge and looked Magnolia dead in the eye. “I created this internship program because I like to help young people succeed. To give them opportunities I wasn’t offered. I don’t want anything to get in the way of that.”
Magnolia nodded. “I understand.”
Mrs. Stamcose smiled. She reached over and pushed play on the video again. There wasn’t any sound, but it didn’t matter. Facial expression told the story. Austin grinned, and the scowl on her face deepened. Mrs. Stamcose released a chuckle. “Understanding and having the ability to do anything about it are two different things, Miss Cross.”
“I promise there is nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of it.”
“Good luck with that.” Mrs. Stamcose looked over her shoulder at Magnolia before turning back to the screen. “He’s cute.”
Chapter Seven
MAGNOLIA’S CHECKMATE
Magnolia survived her rink-side interview thanks to Evan’s usual overall awesomeness. He reserved the media room for them and scheduled for Magnolia to interview the coach. He told her it was because she needed the practice, and the new setting would offer a different atmosphere, but Magnolia knew Evan was dishing out the biggest favor ever.
It didn’t mean she stopped looking over her shoulder every minute for any unwelcomed visitors. Not that she should expect any. Austin probably knew The Whisperer posted that interview of them, and was now dead set on avoiding her too. After the way he acted at the sight of Ferocia at the rink, he probably never wanted to look in her direction again.
The thought did not disappoint her.
And if she said it enough, she would make herself believe it.
“Look at you.” Cressida’s voice was loud, and she screeched it like they hadn’t just seen each other a couple hours ago.
As much as Magnolia wanted to curl up under ten blankets and hide from the world, she couldn’t make herself stand Cressida up. She agreed to go with her to this ridiculous ‘drink wine while you paint’ class weeks ago. It didn’t matter how many times Stella told her social protocol did not dictate that she coddle Cressida’s every whim, she wasn’t the type of friend who left you hanging. She was crabby, but she was there.
Magnolia waved before signing in at the desk. The eccentric Euro fusion bar turned art studio was quaint but cute. It held a certain high class refinery that could only be found in Manhattan. Magnolia had never worn a cocktail dress to a crafting event, but Cressida warned her of the appropriate dress code for the occasion. It was the grand opening, and it was Midtown. Cocktail dress. Always a cocktail dress.
She accused Cressida of control freak issues, but now that she was here, and saw twelve other women dressed in the same haute attire, she was glad Cressida gave her the heads up. The last thing she wanted to do was stand out.
“You look like a tiger let out of its cage.”
“Would you stop it?” Magnolia grabbed Cressida’s arm and pulled her closer, afraid one of the other women might hear her.
“What?” Cressida trotted over to a
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