Too Good To Be True

Chapter 1

"It is important that we give our clients the best atmosphere and care possible" said Mr. Jameson, who just happened to be my very scary and strict boss.

"Our clients come to the public affairs section is the sole purpose of dealing with a public issue of high importance. We need to display comfort, make the feel welcome and safe in this environment. So from now on, once you see a client walk though those doors, everybody in the office needs to put on their best smile and put that client at ease" said Mr. Jameson, using his hands to point at his very creepy smile.

"I think the clients would feel much more at ease if he stopped acting like sleazy sex offender and go take a class in smiling" whispered my friend and co worker Jackson into my ear, making me put all of my strenght into trying not to laugh like an idiot.

"That's all. Thank you. Meeting dismissed" said Mr. Jameson and all of the workers from the public affair wing rushed out of the large conference room to get back to their work. As I quickly walked out (well as quickly as I could in 4 inch heels), Jackson caught up with me.

"Well that's an hour I'll never get back! He has this meeting every week, and says the same exact thing! I would much rather work on Mrs. Ferguson's case" said Jackson.

"You got the Ferguson case?!!! The one where pictures of her cheating on her husband were displayed on Mommies.com?!" I asked in disbelief.

"That's the one!" said Jackson with a smug smile.

"Ughh lucky!!! All I got was another one of those photos where Miley Cyrus is sniffing coke at some party!" I said,  jealous and angry at the same time.

"Sucks for you haha! Well at least you get to meet her right?" said Jackson, trying to make light of the situation. 

"Yeah no... I've met her two times already!"

"Third time's a charm!" said Jackson as he winked at me and walked of to his desk. 

I groaned and sat down behind my desk, making sure everything was ready for the meeting where I would lay out a publicity plan for Miley in order for this whole drug issue to disappear. You see, I was an intern at Jameson&Goldberg, a very famous law firm in UK. But I didn't intern in the law section, I interned in the public affairs sections. Where we dealt with public problems. You kill you wife? That doesn't concern us, you go to the lawyer section. But if you got news that a reporter has a picture of your son kissing a boy and you're a republican governor? You come to us. I haven't really worked on any political cases since I'm only an intern, so I usually help on the those easy celebrity scandals like Miley Cyrus doing coke or Lindsay Lohan attacking someone. Stuff like that.

Just as I was about to get up to get a cup of coffee, one of the junior partners walked up to my desk.

"Scarlett, do you have everything ready for Ms. Cyrus?" asked Colin Hunt, a very hot junior partner may I add.

"Yes I do! Here are all four copies of the plan. One for Miley, one for you, one for her agent, and an extra just in case" I answered with a smile. DAMN he was hot. 

"Good job Scarlett. I wish all of the interns were as efficient as you." Mr. Hunt said with a smile which practically made me melt "Bring all of them to conference room 3 and you may sit in on the meeting" said Mr. Hunt and walked off into the direction of the conference room. 

I smiled, stood up and straightened my skirt. As I got up, Jackson looked at me and whispered with a smile "Stop using your hotness as an advantage over the rest of us!". I simply smiled and winked at him as I followed Mr. Hunt to the conference room, where Miley Cyrus and her agent already sat, waiting. 

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"Ms. Cyrus, this is twice this month.There are only so many talk shows I can get you on where you can spin some story about stress and heartbreak" said Mr. Hunt with a stern voice. I had to do everything in my power not to stare at his gorgeous face.

"I'm sorry James! A girl's got to let loose!" answered Miley with a smile. She sat in the arm chair in a big, white fur coat, had very right leather leggings on, and a crop top that said "Fuck Everyone". Wow, if my mom saw me wearing that, she would say I look damn slutty. Oh I love my mom.

"Well let's try to avoid a third meeting this month shall we? Here's a booklet with a one week plan of how to make this issue die down" said Mr. Hunt and slid over two booklets to Miley and her agent. 

"Alright" said Miley as she opened the booklet. "Talk shows, pictures with kids, take your dog out, etc etc. Alright got it. Thank you for your time Mr. Hunt." said Miley and stood up.

"You should really thank Ms Bexley. She wrote up the whole plan, I simply her to be the bad guy and take credit of her work" said Mr. Hunt as he smile at me, making me slightly blush. Miley looked at and simply nodded in my direction as she left the conference room. Once she left the room, I mumbled "bitch" and started collecting my stuff.

"Ignore her. She is just a spoiled child who made the wrong choices in life" said Mr. Hunt. "I hope that my appreciation will be enough for you" he said as he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

I smiled and said "Thank you Mr.Hunt, its more than enough for me". We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds longer, until he cleared his throat and said "Well have a nice lunch. I'll see you tomorrow" and walked passed me, out the door. As he left, I sighed, thinking about how gorgeous he was, and walked out of the room to my desk, got all of my stuff, and then went of for lunch with some of the other interns.