THIRTEEN
jersey
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 30
Hayes
How’s it going today?
Jersey
It’s the Monday-est of Mondays. Cal almost had a stroke from yelling at me over the headlines from the gala. And on top of that, nothing I’m recording is to his liking, which means I’ve had to record the same thing over, and over, and over.
Hayes
That sounds exhausting.
Jersey
It’s not my favorite. I’m so glad to be home. I’m just hoping the final takes we took for today were good enough and I don’t have to have a repeat tomorrow.
Hayes
Hoping that for you too. I’m positive it was better than “good enough.” And what happened at the gala wasn’t your fault. He shouldn’t have yelled at you about that.
Jersey
I’m really sorry about the whole situation.
Hayes
You have nothing to be sorry about. I have no idea how the paparazzi even got in.
I bite my lower lip, dread settling in my stomach.
Jersey
I think I have an idea…
Hayes
Don’t hold back on me now. Tell me.
Jersey
Bethany was looking through all the photos and a few captured Corey lingering in the background. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who let them in.
Hayes
That sounds about right, honestly. I caught him giving me a death glare a few times.
Jersey
Crazy that all it took was for me not to be interested to garner his attention.
Hayes
His loss. My gain.