My shoulders sunk because I recognized the name. She was a well-known Russian supermodel. Not that I cared. Nope. I’d book the crap out of this date and not have a single problem at all. Because Leo was right. I wanted professional.
So why the hell did I ask, “How do you know her? Or are you just pulling names off Google?”
He grinned. “She moved to Greece several years ago, does a lot of her modeling there actually, and I’ve known her for years. Friend of the family.”
I took a deep breath. Great. Just great.
“I’ll set up a date for you this evening.” I smiled and turned to walk out. I had my own date tonight anyway. A girls’ night out.
“Oh, and Red?”
I turned to face him. “Send her thirteen long-stemmed roses.”
I frowned. “Not a dozen?”
He was very serious. “No, thirteen. Understand?”
I nodded and left his office feeling equal parts moron and stupid girl. Emotions were so annoying. When I should be concentrating on work, I was wondering if one of those gowns in Leo’s closet belonged to the supermodel I was about to set him up with.
I made a mental note to update my resume and add pimp to my list of skills. Right below gopher and above idiot prone to sexually harassing her boss.
“Where’s Amy?” I asked after hugging Hazel and taking a seat in the small booth. We’d found a diner in Poughkeepsie that was a good middle point for us.
“Amy couldn’t make it,” Hazel said, but she didn’t look me in the eye, instead flipped through the drink menu.
“Couldn’t make it? Or wasn’t allowed?”
Hazel looked at me now, and the obvious unease and pity in her eyes was clear. “With the scandal heating up, I think Roman just wants to keep her close and away from the public eye.”
“You mean, Roman wants to keep her away from me.”
“No.” Hazel reached over and patted my hand. “You know how protective he is, especially with Amy and the media.”
I nodded. Yeah, I did know. Roman went out of his way to put Amy first despite what his best advisers said. One of which I used to work for.
“Did you hear the latest on the scandal?” Hazel asked softly. Though she knew it affected me, she also knew that, as of now, I wasn’t named and no way in hell was I going to the press.
“I haven’t watched or kept up on it,” I said honestly.
Between being busy with Leo and his demands, and avoiding the scandal like the plague, I didn’t keep up with it on purpose.
“Oh, um . . .” Hazel glanced away. “I know you worked with a lot of people in the office, but one of the girls, Jane Wesley . . .”
I nodded. “Yeah, I heard she was one of the interns who Bill approached.”
“She was the one getting the most heat. I guess Bill took a video of her on his cell phone while she was with him. It was leaked yesterday.”
“Oh, God.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. I knew Bill’s phone was being searched and certain things had been released, but a video? Poor Jane. Bill was an overbearing ass and because I knew both of them, I had a good idea how this had likely gone down. He was in a position of power and she gave in.
“Yeah, it’s awful.”
“It is,” I said.
“I guess her mother found her.”
“Wait, what?” My eyes snapped to Hazel. “Found her? What are you talking about?”
Hazel’s eyes went wide. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Paige, I thought you heard, with the way you were talking. Jane tried to kill herself this morning.”