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| "Jamie, I can not do this job. A boy band? Come on. I know you could've given me an assignment better than this," complained Diamond, putting her hands on her hips and giving Jamie death glares. "Paige, you should know better than to question anything I give you. I am your boss and what ever I say, it goes. You will tour with Nsync as a personal assistant and find out all the latest dirt on them. That is what you and every single one of us do. Find dirt on the hottest celebrities and the one I most want is Justin," snared Jamie. "You know that I can not leave her Jamie. Krystal is a 24/7 job and I will not leave my child behind just to find gossip on some stuck up, air headed pop star," she yelled. "Your child? Princess, if you haven't noticed, it takes two to tango. I am her father and have just as much rights as you do. While you're on tour, I will personally take care of our child," said Jamie, leaning his back against his front desk, standing in front of her. "That's just perfect. You can't even take care of a little fish and you expect me, to let you handle my child, I don't think so," she spoke sarcastically. "Ha ha ha ha, that's very funny, Princess. If you don't want me, who is going to take care of her?," asked Jamie. "I never said I will take that job and I probably won't, but if I did, Tia would take care of her," said Diamond, hovering over Jamie, a smirk developing on his face. "Do you know what I always found sexy about you Diamond?," whispered Jamie, caress her face, causing her to move away. "No, and I don't care because you play too many sick games and I'm tried of it," said Diamond, picking up her stuff to head to the door. "That is exactly it. Your bull headness and the fact you were always great in bed," laughed Jamie. "I should have known you were going to say some shit like that. Good-bye Jamie," she said, grabbing the doorknob. "Wait! here you go and you better remember it all too because I'm sure as hell aren't going to help you, Michelle," said Jamie, handing Diamond a folder with papers. "What did you just call me?," she asked, opening the folder. All types of information were in there about a Michelle Danes. Her tempered rose and she was about to explode, but he was saved when his phone rang. Slamming the door in rage, she could hear Jamie's laughter from his office. Back Home Chapter 1 |