Find Me Alastar

Fuck, he did know Mark’s name… they do know each other.

Travis starts to take out the coffee and milk but my mind is in overdrive. I need to find out who Star

really is. Maybe Travis will know something.

“Who is in Mark’s office?”

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“That’s what I’m asking you. There is a man in Mark’s office. Who is he?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see him.”

“Go and look.”

He frowns.

“Please?” I smile sweetly.

He frowns, hands over the coffee, and walks back down the hall. I peer around the corner like a

mouse, my heart in my throat.

Travis goes to the other end of the office and pretends to pick up a piece of paper before he waltzes

back.

He smirks. “His name is Star.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s a celebrity photographer.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs. “He’s a big shot photographer, shoots for magazine covers and stuff.”

I peer around the corner as I try to spy, forgetting where I am.

“Why?” Travis asks.

“Huh?” I turn around guiltily. “What? Ha.” I fake a smile. “No reason. Just curious.”

I widen my eyes as I try to say something that makes sense.

“What? I mean. Where?” Shit how do I find out about him without being obvious.

Travis rolls his eyes. “He has that affect on a lot of females, so I hear.”

My mouth drops open. “Oh.” Depressingly enough, that doesn’t surprise me.

Travis hands the coffee to me. “Come on.” He turns and walks out of the kitchen. Oh no. I don’t want

Mr. Twinkle to see me when I look like shit on a stick. I look around nervously. Plants! I hot foot it over

and stealth slide along the wall behind the row of high plants. My eyes flicker to Mark’s office and I can

still see him in there.

What are they talking about?

Holy crap, what if he tells Mark we kissed…

No, he wouldn’t… surely. Why would he?

My eyes widen. Shit. I hope Mark doesn’t tell him I’m his girlfriend, fucking hell. Why did I even say

that?

Oh, this is a disaster. Why do they have to know each other?

I eventually make it back to my seat and fall into it breathlessly, craning my neck to try and see what’s

going on.

I’m perspiring here.

Deirdre’s phone rings. “Hello,” she answers and then listens. “Yeah, sure.”

She hangs up and then goes through her filing cabinet to retrieve a file. I am still spying over my

divider through the excellently positioned plants.

Her phone rings again as she opens the file in her hand. “Hello, hold the line, please.” She puts the

phone down. “Emerson?”

I look around. “Ah, yes.”

She passes me the file in her hand. “Can you take this to Mark White’s office, please?”

“Huh?” My eyes widen.

“Just knock on the door.” She points to his glass office. “He needs the file.”

“What… now?” I ask in horror.

She nods and goes back to her phone call.

My heartbeat starts to boom in my ears as I stand and slowly walk toward the office. Why did I wear

this today? Why is he in Mark’s office? Why did I say I was Mark’s girlfriend?

I knock.

“Come in,” Mark calls.

Oh God. Dread fills me as I open the door. “Hi…. this is the file you requested?” I hold it out

nervously.

Mr. Twinkle’s face drops when he sees me, and my mouth goes dry.

“Star, have you met Emerson? She is our new customer relations officer. Emerson, this is Star.”

A trace of a smile crosses his face and he stands to hold out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Emerson.”