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[03 Jun 2010|06:49pm] |
Paige should have suspected that something was up when Lynette had called and asked her to come in for a business meeting and hadn't said anything when Paige asked her what exactly the meeting concerned. That was a sign, one which she had undoubtedly ignored. Instead, Paige simply agreed and spent the entire drive over to the downtown office trying to remember the last script that she had been sent and whether or not it was worth saying yes to. She had gone in expecting for a movie role to be pushed upon her. She never in a million years would have imagined that she would be sitting in on a pitch regarding her personal life.
Clue number two should have been the unfamiliar and impeccably dressed Japanese-American woman who she would come to learn was Miki Fujiwara, the agent of none other than Logan-- the actor she'd very briefly met not too long ago. At just the sight of her, Paige felt intimidated and she instinctively smoothed down the corners of her Prada pencil skirt. It was a nervous habit of hers, picking on her clothes in one form or another whenever she was uncomfortable. Something which her agent had managed to spot rather quickly and got her to stop doing just as fast with the mere raise of an eyebrow. But her nerves would prove to have been warranted when her eyes settled on Logan and she knew that this was not going to be like any other meeting she had before.
Her instincts had been right all along, what was that about trusting your intuition? Somewhere along the line as the merits of a fabricated PR relationship were laid out, Paige had tuned out from sheer disbelief. She had caught certain parts that were seeming to replay in her head as though on a loop. There was something about "power couples", "public personas", "good career moves" and she was pretty sure that the word "contract" had been thrown out as well. But what had really got her was when Lynette looked her square in the eye and told her that "if she wanted to get more serious roles, then it wouldn't hurt to be the girlfriend of a serious actor." She knew that the slender blonde woman meant it as a good thing, a solid piece of career advice, but at the moment, Paige couldn't help but to find it more than a little condescending.
She looked from the floor to Lynette, too afraid to glance over at Miki or even worse, Logan, for his reaction as she tried to process just what the hell was going on. She was sure that this wasn't the first nor the last time that a relationship had been created for the sake of publicity and some form of career advancement, but she never imagined that she'd ever partake in it.
"So you want us to pretend to date?" She asked as she leaned forward in her chair. Even as the words left her mouth, it still felt unreal. It was logical and yet not, all at the same time. "We go through the motions and as far as everyone outside of this room is concerned, we're together and we just sit back and reap the benefits of it?" It sounded harmless enough. But Paige had been in the business long enough to know that things that seemed harmless enough were always the ones that came back to bite you in the ass.
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