“I’m well aware. You have a policy for everything. A list of what we can and can’t do. Where we can and can’t go. You should have included a policy that states how we can and can’t treat each other, though that wouldn’t make for very good television would it.”
The anger in my voice rises as I speak. There’s no doubt in my mind she can hear it as she leans away from me when I lean toward her.
“I understand Teegan was out of line with her comment, but assaulting another person is strictly forbidden. You signed the paperwork,” she says as she searches through the folder she brought, pulling out a piece of paper and laying it on the table in front of me. “Teegan is my next stop. Should she push the issue, you will be sent home. Not at the end of the week. Tonight.”
Of course Teegan’s going to want me to leave. That would guarantee her a chance with Jace in her mind. At least she’d secure a spot here next week. The final week. And a chance at the big money.
Or will it?
Taking the paper in my hands, I look to the bottom line where it asked for my signature. The line that’s coincidentally empty. No signature. No acknowledgment that I received the paper, read it, or even knew about the policy.
“That’s great, Claudia. Want to know why? Because Teegan wants me gone, but she’s not going to get her wish. Not today. Make sure she knows that and please do have a talk with her about how disrespectful she is toward me. I’d appreciate it.” My voice is dripping with hatred as I hand Claudia back the piece of paper.
“I don’t think you understand—”
“Oh, I do. I understand perfectly. Now. And had I known about the policy, things may have turned out differently tonight. Probably not but we’ll never know.”
“Presley—”
“I didn’t sign it, Claudia. I don’t remember reading this or ever seeing it for that matter. If you try to send me home, I’ll sue this show for everything it’s worth.” Claudia looks down at the paper in stunned silence.
Again, I’ve won. This round anyway. Teegan will just have to try again tomorrow. And as for that striptease... not going to happen.