The Work of a Legacy

Chapter Three

Jason POV

Dear Mr. Green,

Congratulations once more on being selected as this year's bachelor. We are writing you because one of our contestants has been selected to be your inside man. She will give you and us the gossip we need to know to make this show run and in return you will not eliminate her until at least the final four. For now, we will not reveal her identity, so that the introduction remains genuine.

Yours truly,

The Chanced Team.

"Can someone please get me a coke?" Rachel turns her attention back to me. "For the last time. Blue or black?" The designer dangles two suits in front of me.

"For the last time, I don't care. Whatever will give us more viewers."

"The viewers don't care about your clothes! In fact, they probably don't even care about you, period. Just pick a freaking suit."

I sigh deeply and point to the blue one. Making a face, she asks, "Really? Are you sure?"

I throw my hands up in the air. "I don't have time for this. I have to be at makeup in five minutes."

"Black it is," she nods. "Are you ready?" She asks through a mouth now full of pins.

"As ready as I can be to be auctioned off to twenty five crazy women."

"Hey," she frowns. "They're not crazy."

"Anyone who's on a dating show is crazy."

She smirks, staring at me.

"Yes, I know I'm on a dating show. I'm just saying, half of these women are not going to be here to see me. They're here for fame."

"Like that Ford girl," Rachel mutters.

"Who?"

"Nothing. Company gossip, that's all. Rumor has it the boss has made a deal with one of the contestants."

"Yeah, I heard about that. So what? Don't they have an inside man on every episode?"

"Well, sure, but this deal's a little more complex. It seems that this woman has agreed to be the inside man in exchange for free airfare and clothes, and a ticket to the final four. Uncommon, but not that strange. However... never mind."

I shake my head in protest, intrigued despite myself. "What?"

Rachel shudders. "I shouldn't be telling you this. It's just a rumor, remember. Well... okay. Do you remember a year or so ago the big story on some big dating show where two contestants got together?"

I raise my eyebrows and nod. "Yeah, that was all over the news."

"Not that this is true, but there's a rumor going around that the boss has somehow convinced this woman to do the same thing, here. Make another contestant fall in love with her."

My jaw drops. "That's horrible."

"I know. I can't imagine how obsessed with fame you'd have to be to do such a thing."

My blood curdles at the thought of someone tricking another to fall in love with them.

"And what happens if none of the contestants are attracted to... um, to women?"

Rachel snorts. "Doubtful, honey. There's bound to be at least one in the bunch."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

"Honestly, I'm surprised that ALL women aren't attracted to women. Women are awesome."

I squint my eyes at her, but decide not to say anything. "Okay," I drawl.