The mighty storm

Chapter Seven

"What did you do to that boy last night?"

Vicky is already advancing through the office toward me and I haven't even sat down yet.

"Because whatever it was, just keep on doing it please." She grins.

"Eh?"

I'm still trying to recover from last night. It took me hours to get to sleep after my night with Jake, so I overslept. This morning was a rush and the interrogation from Simone prevented me from even grabbing a coffee. I'm also still coming down off my Jake cloud and dealing with the probability of never seeing him again.

I'll call you soon.

He won't call. Why would he? And even though I have his number, I'm not calling him. Well not yet anyway.

"I just got off the phone with him."

"Who?"

"Jake Wethers!" She screams like a teenager. Not like the owner of the successful magazine.

"Jake?" I'm confused. "Why's he calling you? No offence," I add when I see the disappointed look on her face.

"Because you my darling are a skinful of magic, and delicious to boot!"

I hate it when she starts talking in riddles.

"Vicky, I'm a little lost here – help me out will you?" I chuckle so not to offend her.

"Did he not speak to you about it last night – no – wow, okay, well Jake Wethers just called me and has asked the magazine to host his official bio! Arrghhh!" she screams.

It's way too early for Vicky's hysterical screaming. But wow that is so totally cool.

"He called you himself? Don't they usually have their PA's do this stuff?"

"Yes!" She screams again. "I know I could not believe it!"

"Wow. That is awesome Vicky! Really awesome! I'm so pleased for you – for us – for the magazine!"

And I might get a chance to see Jake again, maybe.

I feel a little frisson of excitement buzz inside me at the thought.

"So who is his biographer?" I ask taking my jacket off and hanging it on the back of my chair. I wonder if it's anyone I know. I'm going to probably have to work with them for the spreads ... that is if Vicky is putting me on it. God, I hope she is.

She cocks her eyebrow at me in confusion. "Jake really hasn't spoken with you about any of this? He never mentioned anything at dinner?"

"No. Mentioned what?"

"Well, my darling girl, I'm happy to tell you that Jake's official biographer is ... well – you."

What? What?!

All I can do is stare at her dumbfounded. And then my mobile starts to ring on my desk.

But I can't move. I'm frozen to the spot.

He's hired me? Jake's hired me to write his bio without even asking me. Is that even legal?

Vicky walks over to my desk, peering over at my phone, she picks it up and holds it out to me.

"You might want to take this call. It's Jake."

All I can do is stare down at it like it's a bomb about to go off.

Why would he do this?

I mean of course it's awesome and very flattering that he thinks I could do it, but I've never written a book before. I write articles. Little ones that fit on the page of a magazine.