Chapter 8
Chapter 8
I’m coming back with her water pitcher when I see microphones shoved in her face:
“Ma’am, sources say Brenna willingly participated in that assault to get movie roles. True or false?
“With all the rumors about Brenna sleeping her way to success, any comments?”
Seeing Grandma’s pale face, I’m instantly furious.
I storm into the room, ready to explode, but hear Grandma asking the lead reporter:
“Are you their boss?”
The reporter frowns but answers: “I’m the department head.”
Grandma nods thoughtfully, then asks:
“So you slept with your station manager to become department head and get raises, right?”
Dead silence.
One reporter almost drops his mic.
The department head glares at Grandma, furious:
“Lady, I understand you’re upset, but I won’t tolerate these accusations.”
“I graduated from Columbia Journalism School. I’ve worked four years, always first in, last out, earning everything through hard work.”
Grandma stares her down: “Then why isn’t my Brenna the same?”
“You say she slept her way to stardom, but you know she spent years doing background work? Back when we were poor, Brenna worked as an extra while going to college, treated every tiny role seriously, even playing corpses. Four years of college, every director on every set
remembered her.”
“You claim she slept with directors for auditions–but you don’t even know that director was a WOMAN.”
“Journalists should report facts, not twist them!”
The department head goes white.
Grandma takes a deep breath, looking at me by the door:
“I apologize for what I said about you, but I hope you’ll apologize to Brenna for what you said about her.”
I walk over, coldly facing the cameras:
“The internet isn’t lawless. I’m suing every account that spread my photos and lies about me. Deleting won’t help–I’ll trace your IP addresses and make you face consequences.”
After they leave, I hug Grandma tight, burying my face in her warm neck.
“Grandma, you were amazing just now.”
Grandma sounds proud: “Of course! When it comes to anything about my Brenna, Grandma turns into a total badass!”
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“That’s how I protect my girl!”
“Yeah. Grandma’s the best.”
Five years later, I used my savings to open a coffee shop.
And hired a pianist to create ambiance.
The pianist–Camden Brooks–just returned from studying abroad. Overqualified, but somehow wanted to work for me.
When Grandma showed interest in piano, I asked Camden to give her lessons for extra pay.
Camden just glances at me casually: “Don’t worry about the money,”
Then straight–up goes: “Just don’t reject me when I ask you out.”
I think about it for a second, then fire Camden on the spot.
Then found another pianist.
A woman.
But Camden wouldn’t give up, showing up at my shop after hours.
“Why’d you reject me? Am I not hot enough?” Genuinely confused.
I barely glance at him.
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