CHAPTER ONE

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I sit at my desk, watching the
announcement of the nominees for
the upcoming Academy Awards.
It's no surprise to me when I see
that Lalisa Manoban has been
nominated again. She was nominated
for a Golden Globe as well, so the
Oscar nod was pretty much a given.
She came pretty much from out
of nowhere. She starred in some
music video for Rihanna and got
her big break witha small part on
a cable show. The movie she's been
nominated for probably won't be
getting a Best Picture nod, but I've
seen portions of the movie that
Lisa is in and she's pretty good.

She's also ridiculously good looking.
She's well around 5 feet 7, taller than
me, and she has an easy charm. She's
got gorgeous brown eyes and blonde
hair with bangs. Whenever she leaves the house and gets caught by the paparazzi she always looks relaxed, like she's been
a part of the Hollywood glitz for her
entire life despite the fact that she
hasn't been in Hollywood for very
long. She's a mystery.

Despite the overwhelming number of
demands she's gotten for interviews,
she hasn't really talked much
about her personal life herself. It's
got everyone buzzing about her,
wondering what she's hiding.

"Kim! Get your ass in here!" My
editor, Yang, yells from his office.

I cringe and force myself out of the
chair. For the last three years I've
been working for one of the local
rags, hoping to make a name for
myself like pretty much everyone
else in this town. When I moved
here I wanted to work for People or
a magazine like that, hoping to show
the more human side to celebrities.
Instead, where I ended up working
is YG.com. It's definitely
not my dream job but I have to start
somewhere, right?

So I make my way to Yang's office
and take a seat across from him.
He doesn't look happy, but then he
rarely ever does. He also doesn't
seem to give a single fuck about the
no smoking laws since there's almost
always a cigar burning on his desk.

Yang tosses down a copy of one of
our competitors and points to the
cover story. "See that, Kim?" he
asks, pushing it in my direction.

I lean over and my stomach drops
into my ass. The headline I was
pushing for has already been printed.
Fuck me running.

"Mr. Yang-" I don't even know
where to start. I feel my cheeks heat
up and I get the overwhelming feeling
the next words out of his mouth are
going to include the phrase, "You're
fired."

"Either you're feeding information
to our competition or you're shit
at reporting," he tells me. "Which
one is it, becauseI can only see one
outcome, Kim."

"Mr. Yang, I don't know how
this happened," I tell him. "You
know I worked on that piece for
weeks. I swear I wouldn't feed The
Sun information."

"Which means yowre just shit at
the job I pay you to do. I can't have
this kind of thing happening again.
Kim, you're out-"

"No! Mr. Yang, wait!" I can't get
fired.

I've never been fired from anything
and that's not about to start now. I
work hard, no matter what menial,
bullshit task I'm given to do. I have
never once complained, whether
it was doing copy editing, fetching
coffee or running his errands. I've
done every single thing he's ever
asked me to do and I've done it well.

An idea springs to mind and I say,
"I just need one more chance, Mr.
Yang. I swear, my next story will be
an exclusive and it will be something
that gets this agency noticed."

He looks at me skeptically for a
moment before he asks, "What is it?"

"Lalisa Manoban," I blurt out.

This piques his interest.

"What about her?"

"I'll get her," I say confidently. "I'll
get her to talk and Il figure out what
she's trying to hide. We all know she
must be hiding something. No one
this new in Hollywood getting this
much attention stays as quiet and out of reach as she has."

Yang stays quiet for a moment before he says, "This is your last shot. If this gets scooped, you're out."

I nod. "I understand. If I can't get this one, I'm out."

I honestly have no idea how I'm going to accomplish this. I sincerely doubt that I can just walk right up to her front door, ring the bell and ask for an interview.

"I'm giving you a month for this."

I take a deep breath. A month isn't a
lot of time. Fuck.

"No problem. I'll do it," I say with
confidence. I'm just going to have to
get creative.

"Get out of here," he grumbles and
turns back to his computer.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang," I say politely
and quickly bolt from his office.

I may have just signed my own death warrant and stayed my execution at the same time. Since I don't have any time to waste I go to my desk, collect my things and leave the office. I need to think and I can't do that in a haze of cigar smoke and stale coffee stink.

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so excited ako gawin tong Jenlisa adaptation if meron sa inyo intresado diba? if wala naman okay lang din. Btw nabasa ko ito pero camren fanfiction naman sya at naisip ko na gawan din sa jenlisa. So yun kung gusto nyo mabasa yung sa camren, kay @kaymren. Thank you. So in-adapt ito ni @kaymren then nung nabasa ko yung kanya in-adapt ko gamit yung kanya HAHAHAHA.
And nga pala first time ko mag convert ng story sana maging maayos.

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