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Right, because she dyed her hair just to impress this bitch. When she'd gotten the rainbow streaks, Landon had been the first one to compliment her on them. She was even more fake than Lyla, and that was saying something.
"You should go for some bright colors yourself, Landon," Holly told the receptionist. "Shake things up a little."
It might detract from the horrible spray tan she had going on. With so many good spray tan businesses around the city, there was no excuse for it.
"Oh please, I'd never get fake colors in my hair. It's so unnatural looking." Landon gave her a thin-lipped smile. "You don't run in the same circles as I do, Holly. I have an image to protect. Social events to attend with important people. Showing up with purple hair? It just wouldn't do. I prefer to look as natural as possible."
"Natural. Right," Holly replied. She with the bleached blonde hair and the orange juice-colored spray tan was going on about looking natural.
What a world.
Landon's phone buzzed, and she looked down at the screen. "Lyla's ready for you."
Finally. One more minute with this woman, and she was going to lose her shit. Trading Landon for Lyla wasn't exactly a win, but the faster this meeting was over with, the better.
Holly stifled a laugh as she entered Lyla's office. It looked like a pink cotton candy explosion on the inside: pink walls, curtains, and even a pink computer sat on the desk. The only thing not pink was the zebra patterned throw rugs scattered around the office.
The color pink always reminded her of Mandi, her college roommate. She had been obsessed with it.
Lyla slowly swung her chair around, resembling a villain in a bad TV movie. If she'd have steepled her perfectly manicured fingers, Holly would have fallen over laughing.
"Please take a seat." Lyla nodded toward a pink fur-covered chair.
Holly plopped down onto it and crossed her legs. "What's up, Lyla?"
"I have something I want to discuss with you today. A very important assignment has cropped up."
"Ah. The one that has me following defenseman Eli Donnelley around for thirty days, then writing a feature about him?"
Lyla's face fell, and Holly bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She'd robbed Lyla of that news bomb, and it felt mighty fine.
"How do you know about the feature?" Her boss brushed a long strand of blonde hair away from her face.
"Eli told me."
"I seriously doubt that."
Holly shrugged. She sure as hell wasn't going to tell Lyla she'd traded him a kiss in exchange for the information. That wasn't anyone's business.
"Anyway, I'm sure you realize that it's a huge deal for the blog to get this kind of opportunity. It will be our first player-approved feature, and it adds a lot of legitimacy to theLucky Bounce. You'll be happy to know that I've selected you to be the one to write it."
"Eli said he requested me specifically."
Normally, she wouldn't bait her boss like this, but there was literally nothing that she could do to Lyla that would get her kicked off this story.
"Yes, and I agreed," Lyla said with an air of finality. "Of course, I assured him that I would be much better equipped to cover the story, but for some godforsaken reason, he wants you to do it." A nasty smile bloomed on Lyla's face. "Something I should know, Holly? I find it very curious that he'd choose you over me."
Oh, thisbitch.
"No idea," Holly said, doing her best to sound bored. Women like Lyla got off on putting other people down, and she wasn't going to give her any more ammunition to fire off another shot.
"Here's how this will work, Holly. You'll spend the next thirty days with Eli and gather all your info. I want reports at the end of every week about what you've learned. If I find your information is not up to snuff, I'll send you questions, and you'll submit them to him."
Of course she'd find a way to micro-manage the project.
"Fine," Holly muttered.
"You know, you're the best club-spotter we have at the blog, Holly. I'd hate to lose you." Lyla tapped at her keyboard, then turned the laptop around.
