The Work of a Legacy

Chapter Eight

From: HankRyanChanced@gmail.com

To: GreenJason@hotmail.com

Dear Jason,

None of these questions concern you. If Ms. Ford has anything to ask she may do it herself. I have to say, I was a little surprised when you approached me about her leaving. I thought you hated her. Anyways, if you have anymore relevant questions feel free to contact my secretary, Mr. Larson, at KLarson@gmail.com.

Thank you,

Hank Green, Chanced

As far as I knew, today was a free day. The perfect day to get some dirt on the other ladies. I woke up as early as Anna let me get away with and put on an innocent navy skirt and a white long sleeved crop top before scoping the area.

Bingo.

My eyes land on two figures huddled in the words, whispering together away from the camera's range.

Quietly, I creep as close to them as I can and listen in.

"Why are you here, then?"

"I have to be. If I win, my kids will finally have a father figure to look up to."

"You don't even plan on loving him."

"And do you, miss aspiring-actress? My motives are no worse than yours. You're looking out for yourself, that's fine. I have to look after my children. I only care about my children."

I sneak a peek over the bushes and raise my eyebrows. Arms crossed in anger, Valerie and Rebecca stand diametrically opposed.

"Yeah, well, at least my boobs aren't fake," Valerie hisses back before stomping back in to the house.

Wow. That was surprisingly easy.

I take a notepad out from my pocket and scribble down what I've learned so far.

Portia- stripper

Valerie- only here to gain more fame as an actress

Rebecca-has children and isn't looking for love, just a wealthy husband. Breasts-possibly not real.

"Alright," I nod, rubbing my hands together in nervous excitement and heading back inside.

"Stel!" Selina grabs me by the arm. "Alex wants you for confessional. I was just there."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "You mean Addie?"

She looks confused, too. "No... I mean Alex. Who's Addie?"

I gasp. "Oh no, I hope they didn't fire her."

"I've never seen an Addie before, but whatever. I was just told to pass it along."

I speed walk to confessional, hoping that this is a mistake and Addie is still there.

"Stelara! Just the girl I wanted to see." An attractive, definitely-not-Addie man smiles politely at me.

"You aren't Addie!" I blurt out.

He raises an eyebrow in amusement. "That's correct."

"Where is she?"

He frowns in thought. "Honestly don't know how to answer that."