Lovers ~Jack Wilder Fanfic~

Chapter 2

"Welcome, Octa insiders, bloggers and journalists."

The voiceover fills the conference center as The Four Horsemen make their way inside to begin their mission.

"We're delighted that you've joined us to participate in our special event. Today marks the beginning of a bright new journey in social networking. Our latest product, Octa 8..."

I secure the baseball cap on my head and walk through the security line. "Keys, cell phones, iPads, in the bin." Jack, who is disguised as the security guard says as the guests walk though his line. "Can't have you texting, tweeting, recording, or eating." He pauses as I approach the front of his line, taking the meal we had planed for me to bring in away from me. "Sorry, we will take very good care of it for you." He smirks at me and allows me inside.

I walk along with the crowds of people, hoping no one notices me, before ducking inside of a supply closet to change out of the clothes I was wearing and into the new disguise that Dylan had left here for me the night before. "All right. Steph, show these guys what you're made of." Dylan's voice fills my ear piece as I finish fastening the buttons on my coat and sneaking out of the closet.

I walk over to the caterers, making eye contact with Merritt who winks at me before I go over to the head chef. "I can take over from here." I tell the man, taking his tools from his hands and begin to carve the pile of meat that sat in front of me, no idea what I was doing. "Clark says you're on break."

"What break? Who's Clark?" The man asks me confused.

"'Who's Clark?' That's funny." I chuckle as I continue to try to look like I knew what I was doing. "Imagine if I told Roger that, he'd freak out."

"Who the hell is Roger?"

"Does Lisa know that you don't know Roger?" I ask, coming up with more names on the spot, hoping Merritt hurries at hypnotizing Owen.

" I don't know who Lisa is."

"- Are you kidding again?" I laugh, completely ignoring the task I was doing. "You don't know who Lisa is now?"

"No, I don't. Just get away." He shoves me, trying to take the tools from my hands. "-That is a dangerous..."

"You're ruining the meat." I yell at him, fighting back. "Don't make me have to go to Brian!"

"- I don't know who Brian is!"

"- I'll go straight to him." I look back for Merritt, who was still no where in sight, so I take the tool and push it into the fake arm that was inside of the disguise, hoping to buy more time.

"Oh, my God!" The man shrieks.

"What are you doing to me?" I yell at him, acting as if there was pain in my arm. "Help me!" I yell as people go into a frenzy, trying to figure out a way to help me as Merritt comes back out of the shadows.

"Uh, I need to go." I tell the crowed surrounding me, throwing off the fake arm and running backstage. "Uh Dylan, good thinking on the arm." I tell him through the ear piece as the four of us meet back stage and get into our 'performance clothes' ready to go onstage.

"Nice work, lady." Jack says coming up to me, throwing his arm around me and kissing my temple as I throw on my shoes.

"Thanks."

"I'm actually nervous," Jack says, "and I'm not even going onstage."

"You know, I've heard that if you're nervous, it can be really helpful to picture each other naked." Merritt says, being the perv he is.

"It's actually picture the audience naked." Atlas corrects him.

"No, this is new. This is a new science."