It would be perfect.
“They’ve never approached me before,” Isaac said, sounding suspicious. “Why now?”
“Because you’re hot right now,” the manager explained, like he was talking to a child. “The reformed playboy, the expectant father, the philanthropist in the making. They want the exclusive on your transformation story before anyone else gets it.”
“No,” Isaac said flatly.
I blinked. “No? What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no,” Isaac repeated, standing up. “I’m not doing some puff piece about how I’ve seen the light. My personal life isn’t for public consumption.”
“But your entire life has been public consumption,” I argued. “The parties, the women, the scandals—none of that bothered you before.”
“That was different,” Isaac insisted. “That was just… fun. Surface stu
