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“So, here’s what we’re going to do.” I outline my proposal for the next eight weeks up to the album release. Lots of positive publicity, nothing too caustic… and all free of pulsing and panties. “How does that sound?”
“Yeah, alright, I guess.”
“I love your enthusiasm.”
Brynn and Ada return to the conference room, both of them looking as though they are the cat that finally caught that pesky canary, when they find us calmly going over plans. “All sorted?”
I wonder what their reaction would have been had they walked in 15 minutes ago.
A small smile of satisfaction creeps over my face as I turn to my boss, and my client’s momager. I can already picture the new office that will come with my promotion! “I think we’re beginning to understand each other.”
“Wonderful.”
“I’m getting a dog.”
His mother scowls at that comment before patting his face, much like one would pat a dog, “Hadi canim.”
“Tamam, anne.” Kaan bends down until he is face to face with mine. “I’ll see you soon, Nutmeg.”
“Not if I don’t see you first, Pretty Boy.”
ChapterFour
You’re Grounded Young Man!
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Can we talk about Blair Roberts for a hot second. She is much more than influencer Robert Brodie’s ex-girlfriend or actor Terrence Silva’s ex-fiance, rapper Little Z former fling or even Sandie Zappa’s one night thing… Miz Roberts is currently flavour of the month for troubled rock star, Kaan. But I fear that this particular flavour may just leave a bad taste in his mouth.
Reports of Miz Roberts recent bout of public vomiting outside a London bar has raised concerns about her well-being and behaviour. The incident was captured in dramatic photographs, which also showed a very inebriated Kaan lying in the gutter beside her. This is not the first time Kaan has been involved in such incidents, but with Miz Roberts by his side, things could take a turn for the worse.
We all know that Kaan’s career is close to ‘jumping the shark’. His recent tweet about former bandmate, Gabe Rushley’s egg-shaped’ penis (which was taken down within minutes of his tweeting it) and his recent arrest have only added to his notoriety.
And while I’m loving these outrageous stories, I hope that someone, somewhere, is looking out for them because these two are giving off some Sid and Nancy vibes.
I’m foreseeing trouble in the future.
I’m Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-sense.
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Landing Kaan as a client is a huge windfall both for me and for Brazen. The big guns upstairs are happy, and I can practically smell my promotion, if only I can keep the bad-tempered, arrogant, man-child happy. But that’s much harder than anyone can imagine. Despite his promises, it seems Kaan is finding it impossible to stay out of the gossip columns. Both Brynn and I have been busy 24 hours a day for the past few weeks chasing down and burying stories, each one more outrageous than the last. Kaan is currently in the studio but that hasn’t stopped him and Blair Roberts raising hell all over London. Through the photographer’s camera lens, the chemistry between the pair is electrifying, to say the least. I’ve taken that chemistry and turned it into a very hot faux romance. Blair is completely onboard with the ruse as she is desperate to boost her star status. She poses endlessly for photographs, flashing her dazzling supermodel smile, hanging off Kaan at every opportunity and giving us somewhat positive press in the build up to his release date.
In real life they can’t stand each other, so not only do I have extra work, thanks to Kaan’s constant moaning about having to spend any time at all with Blair, but I also spend half of my day ensuring that any negative publicity attached to her does not counteract all my hard work.
Kaan is on my speed dial, so when my mobile buzzes at 4AM after a night out at the pub that ends with Courtney and Nate crashing at mine, I glare at his name on my screen and seriously contemplate ignoring the call entirely.
Courtney rolls over and kicks me. “Answer your phone, bitch.”
I grab the phone with a groan. “Hello?”
“Nutmeg? Is that you?”
Nutmeg.The word grates on my nerves and Kaan knows it.
My work relationship with Kaan is anything but simple. He is like a tornado bearing down on me, impossible to ignore, but also likely to be the death of me if I get too close. He fights me constantly over every social media post, every interview, every engagement! And in utter defiance, he still refuses to call me by my name. I’ve given up trying to correct him. I guess Nutmeg is better than some of the other names he’s called me over the past few weeks.
Music is blasting in the background, and I know immediately I’m probably not be going back to sleep anytime soon. “Kaan? What’s wrong?”
