CHAPTER NINETEEN
After eavesdropping on Kel and Georgia, Rich, a crew hand, raced up to the pool and grabbed the Deena. “We need to talk.”
“Don’t you see I’m busy?” she snapped, looking over her notes. “Osana’s gone to get dressed. Ugh.” She crinkled her nose. “These rich people make me sick.”
“Deena—”
“I wouldn’t even have agreed to do this interview if the network hadn’t begged me. Who wants to sit here and listen to Osana Royal’s boring, stuck-up a*s?” She sucked on her pencil. “The audience doesn’t wanna listen to some pamper princess talk about her stepfather’s billion-dollar company. Why can’t we interview folks with substance?”
“Would you listen to me?” Rich shook her. “That Georgia Arnett person is Anthony Spears’ long-lost daughter.” He adjusted his baseball cap. “I heard her
