Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Lie detector

Tree Paine had always thought she knew Taylor Swift better than anyone—her quirks, her habits, and her little secrets. As Taylor's publicist and confidante for years, Tree had been through all the ups and downs. But today, sitting across from Taylor in the cozy living room of her Nashville home, Tree was about to find out something new—and it would change the way she saw Taylor forever.

They were meeting with a potential new business partner, a man named Greg, who was pitching an idea for a massive, multi-million dollar endorsement deal. It sounded perfect: high-profile, creative freedom for Taylor, and a whole lot of money on the table. Greg spoke with the ease of someone used to getting what he wanted, his smile wide and confident.

Tree leaned back in her chair, nodding along to everything Greg was saying. "This could be huge for you, Taylor," she said, glancing at her client, expecting the usual excited response.

But Taylor's expression remained neutral, her fingers lightly drumming on the armrest of the chair. There was something in her eyes—something focused, almost calculating. She wasn't buying into the enthusiasm.

"So, what do you think, Taylor?" Greg asked, his grin never faltering.

Taylor didn't answer right away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying him. Her gaze moved from his eyes to the slight twitch of his mouth, then to the way he kept adjusting his tie every few minutes.

Finally, she spoke. "It sounds... interesting," Taylor said slowly. "But, can I ask you something? How flexible are you with deadlines? You mentioned you'd want things wrapped up by the end of the year, but that seems like a really tight window."

Greg laughed, brushing off her concern with a wave of his hand. "Oh, don't worry about that! We're absolutely flexible. We want you to feel comfortable. The timeline can be whatever you need it to be."

Tree smiled, glad to see the deal coming together so easily. But then she noticed something odd: Taylor wasn't smiling. In fact, she was staring at Greg, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

Taylor leaned forward, her voice calm but firm. "Greg, you're lying."

Tree blinked in shock. Did she just say what I think she said?

Greg's face flushed a little, caught off guard. "What? No, no, I'm not—"

"Yes, you are," Taylor interrupted, her tone unflinching. "You just said the timeline was flexible, but you've been pulling at your tie every time we talk about deadlines. You're nervous. And earlier, when you said you wanted me to have creative freedom, you shifted in your seat. You're not planning on giving me full control. You're trying to sweeten the deal to make it sound better than it is."

The room went silent. Tree stared at Taylor, completely dumbfounded. How could she possibly know that?

Greg stammered, looking flustered. "I—uh—I don't know what you're talking about. That's not—"

Taylor raised an eyebrow. "You blinked five times in ten seconds just now. That's what people do when they're lying."

Tree couldn't hold back any longer. "Taylor, what—how did you know all that?"

Taylor finally turned to Tree, her expression softening. "I've always been good at reading people. Their body language, their tone. It's just something I've picked up over the years. When someone's lying, they give themselves away in small ways."

Tree sat back in her chair, her mind racing. She had known Taylor for years, but never once had she suspected that her friend had this kind of skill. "You're telling me... you're a human lie detector?"

Taylor shrugged, giving a small smile. "Pretty much. I've been doing this for a while. People are more transparent than they think."

Greg, sensing the meeting wasn't going in his favor anymore, cleared his throat and stood up. "Well, uh, maybe we can revisit this another time. I'll give you some space to think it over."

"Sure," Taylor said, her tone polite but distant. "But just so you know, I don't work with people who can't be honest from the start."

Greg nodded awkwardly, muttering something under his breath as he quickly made his exit. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room in silence.

Tree turned to Taylor, still stunned. "I can't believe you just did that. You read him like a book."

Taylor smiled, looking almost embarrassed. "It's not that hard once you know what to look for."

Tree shook her head in disbelief. "Why didn't you ever tell me you could do this?"

Taylor chuckled. "I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Plus, I don't want to make people uncomfortable."

Tree laughed, still wrapping her head around it. "Uncomfortable? You just stared into that guy's soul and ripped apart his lies! You could run a whole detective agency on the side with that talent!"

Taylor laughed, the tension in the room easing. "I'd rather stick to music."

Tree leaned forward, her expression still in awe. "I knew you were talented, but this... this is next level. You've got a built-in bullshit detector."

Taylor shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Helps me avoid bad deals."

Tree smirked, crossing her arms. "Well, next time we're in a meeting, I'm just going to let you do all the talking. I had no idea you could pick up on people's lies like that."

Taylor grinned. "It's not always foolproof, but it works more often than not."

Tree sat back, shaking her head. "Unbelievable. You're full of surprises, Swift."

Taylor winked. "Gotta keep things interesting, right?"

As they sat there, the air lighter after the tense encounter, Tree realized that Taylor wasn't just a singer or a songwriter—she was someone who saw more than most people, who understood the subtleties of human nature. And that, in itself, was a talent few could ever match.

Tree couldn't help but smile. "Next time we meet with anyone, remind me to keep my poker face in check."

Taylor laughed. "Deal."