Tabloids Again?

by Brooke Bishop
10 Jul 2012 17:37 (updated 10 Jul 2012 17:37) | 0 comment(s)


Aren't there any famous people in the city that need the paparazzi all over them? The very last thing I need is a story, nearly a week late, about me enjoying a drink with someone.

I am not important.

I am not famous.

And for the love of God, I am not worth wasting paper and ink on!

Thankfully it only made it into the paper, and not their online magazine. Still, it's annoying to find an article about ones self. They didn't get a shot of my face, nor do they know my name. But I recall the bar, and the conversation. The playfully friendly flirtation.

Why the newsworld seems to care if I'm considering friendship with Rhett Harper, COO of Aerotek, I have no idea.

I have called Kieran in regards to it and explained the situation. He may not read such utter crap as the tabloids, but I wanted to be the one to tell him. Not have one of his employees mention it.

I'm just happy that mum, dad, and the twins were with Bridget when I read the article. I tossed that particular magazine down the recycling chute as soon as I could. They don't need to be reading that. Especially since Rhett is a sorcerer.

They've gone home this morning. One full week in the city, but dad was missing the farm, and mum can't really run a bed and breakfast when she's not around. I've invited the twins back for a few days next month. I don't know if they'll both come, but Willy seemed interested. It might be good for him to come to a Coven meeting with Bridget and I.

Actually, his visit might give Bridget something to distract her from Gabriel Howe.

Going to have to cut this short. Regina just called.

Seems I'm going to be mentoring someone.

Lord help us both.


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