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Chapter 1:

The rather dull radio hostesses' voice almost put me asleep but the loud start of Troye Sivan's Happy Little Pill startled me. I immediately lifted my elbow off from the keyboard and deleted all of the forward slashes that filled a few lines of my email. I needed to reply fast to this person before I lost my second chance at a job. Who would've thought that taking the path through biology/ human anatomy would find me living with my parents and in need of a job? Definitely not me. I quickly typed out the rest of my email and hit send.

I closed my laptop and went about doing what any other university graduate would do at my age; sit down and watch The Bugs Bunny and Tweety show. No matter how old you are, this show can make you smile so much. Sadly it's on a DVD format because modern day cartoon network is utter crap. On the bright side, reruns for days!

Normal parents would allow their child to continue watching television; however my parents aren't normal, they think that I should do chores now whilst I watch TV. I don't mind, because I had to do this before but it's irritating. The volume would be as loud as I'm allowed to have it before I get yelled at. And then I can put away dishes, and sweep out the kitchen. See my dad works from home and because he's worked there so long and also factor in a genetic heart condition, his boss thought it would be better to work at home full time. I put away the dishes in ten minutes because I would stop in order to pay attention to what's happening on the television set.

Gathering the broom stick I did what I had to do and that was when I heard my phone ring. The intro to Troye Sivan Touch played before I answered and the voice on the other end has told me that I need to meet in front of the Rogers Center in Downtown Toronto.

The person gave me a name and a time to meet now this isn't as cliché as I thought it would be because instead of the next hour I was given the next four. It's a first, I know!

As slowly as I could I ate my lunch and searched this Ryan Dior person. Holy mother of God. He's some special person from Modest! Management. Now considering that I have a few friends that are fans of the group so I'm no stranger to that brand (?) of management. I'm not famous or well-known so I hope and pray that this is just a prank call. Or one of my guy friends messing with me. I don't have caller ID, so anyone could call and until I answer I won't know who it is. I'm not stupid I don't know this person personally or anything so I have no idea as to how they got this number. Urgh, I hope that the person got the wrong number and that there was another Jade Small somewhere in Canada... Ah who am I trying to fool? Obviously it's me...

I'm not gonna go, for all I know that's some cover story and he's secretly a rapist or something. Probably not but I over think things at times, this obviously being one of those times.

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Two hours before I was supposed to meet up with 'Ryan' he calls again with the same message the moment he said his name I cut him off and told him:

"If you really are Ryan Dior, you'll find another way to get me to meet you and not via calling or messaging. Now if I did decide to meet you, why did you call me? How can I possibly help you?" I put this phone call on speaker while I record the whole thing. That way if anything suspicious happens I can tell the police.

"I called you because I need a female to do something for one of my clients; he needs to hide something from his fans. We've asked a lot of people to pretend to be his fake girlfriend so that his real girlfriend won't receive hate. You and my client will go out in public and pretend to be a couple, do things that real couples will do. Again you'll receive hate depending on how badly his fans react to the news will decipher how much hate you receive. We would pick an actress that does this but she had a breakdown and quit after 'dating' his band mate... So we need someone willing to be in the spotlight all the time, willing to travel to events and the ability to meet other famous people. Are you willing to do this? I mean we already are in Canada in this very province; we can create a cover story as to how he met you, and everything else. We'll pay you for this, it's basically a job, and your privacy will be protected. Nothing is done without your permission. I have one extra FREE ticket to come see the boy and his band mates live in concert tonight. At the end you can choose if you want to do this. I'll explain everything before, during and after the concert."