Lauren
LaurenOn a good day, I hated being in the spotlight. This new level of press frenzy was a special form of torture. All that day, everywhere I went, a camera seemed to pop up out of nowhere. Questions came at me like bullets. Ram kept sending me new and increasingly angry messages about what to say and do.
Brian was barely speaking to me.
I hadn"t heard a word from Glee.
And Rye … well, I didn"t know what to think. My first furious thought had been to blame him. Was this all some elaborate way of ruining my life the way he"d threatened?
Not my style, he"d said. I had to agree. This didn"t feel like Rye"s doing. And that invitation … come with me … was he serious? He"d come to Washington looking for revenge. How could I possibly trust him? I couldn"t.
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