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*Grant*Wednesday morning, I’m nervous. I know I shouldn’t be. I have this in the bag–at least, that’s what Anna keeps telling me. I’m so blessed to have such an amazing wife who dotes over me and encourages me at every turn. For the past few days, she’s helped me with possibly interview questions and given me some pointers on how to answer based on what she learned in school. Even though we went to the same university, and I’ve been working in the business field for years while she has not, she is still so smart that it comes in handy. She really knows her stuff, even if she should be a bit out of practice.I’m standing in front of the mirror in our bedroom when Anna comes out, a wide smile on her face. “You’re going to knock ‘em dead,” she tells me. She comes over and straightens my tie, brushing my shoulders off, not that there’s any lint, but just for good measure. Then, she pecks me on the lips.That’s not enough for me, though. I grab her around the waist and pull her close, dee

*Grant*“Have a seat, grandson,” Grandmother Trudy says as I walk into the boardroom. My heart is beating so loudly, I’m sure they can hear it even all the way at the other end of the enormous table that easily seats twenty people. I take the “hot seat,” the chair at the end closest to the door, directly across from my grandmother who looks so small and frail all the way down the length of the table from me that I almost feel concerned.But I know she’s still full of piss and vinegar.“Welcome, Grant,” one of the board members says. He is a great-uncle of mine, Charles Young. “Thank you for joining us.”“Thank you for having me,” I say. Even though half the people in this room are related to me one way or another, that doesn’t mean I’ll get any special treatment. Carson is also a relative of all of the same people I am, and I sure hope he doesn’t get any favors from any of them. Even his dad.Allan, Carson’s father, gives me a stern look, and I have an idea he’s trying to come up wit

*Grant*Anna’s not making any sense. I want to give her the benefit of the doubt that she’s trying to be funny or something, but what she’s just accused me of isn’t funny at all. Does she really think I’d do that? That I’d cheat on her?I guess I couldn’t blame her if she did. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been a very good husband to her–ever. We’ve been married for a year, and only recently have I started treating her the way that she deserves to be treated. So, yeah, if she thinks I’m capable of that, I suppose that’s on me.“Grant,” she says, and I hear the emotion in her voice, “I didn’t want to tell you this on the phone.”“Tell me what?” Why would she have something to confess to me if she believes I’m cheating on her? For a moment, my stomach tightens as the potential answer to that question leaps into my head. Oh, my God! What if she’s cheating on me? It never even crossed my mind that she could be–but then, wouldn’t I deserve it?“That… I’m A. Savage,” my wife says, and I have

*Anna*I get to lunch early so that I can prepare a little before Grant arrives. I walk in, and the hostess is none other than Jessica, that woman who was so rude to me when I first came here for lunch a few weeks ago.I am wearing my disguise when I come in, so she should recognize me. She looks up from her list of tables, and immediately her face changes. She’s trying to put a smile on her face, but it’s obvious she’s terrified. “G-good hello, Ms. A. Savage,” she mutters.I almost laugh. “Hello, Jessica.” I am polite and try to pretend like there’s no past between us. Honestly, I’m over it. I’ve checked up on her a few times since that day, and her supervisors always say she has learned her lesson and she is kind to everyone now.“I need a private table in a private room,” I explain to her.She nods. “Of course, Ms. Savage. Please follow me.”Jessica grabs some menus and begins to wind through the tables. A lot of people stop eating to stare at me. Some of them are whispering. I can

*Anna*I have made a huge mistake.At least, that’s how it seems. Grant ran out of the restaurant so quickly, there was no way I could keep up with him. I’ve tried calling him several times, but he won’t answer me.He hates me.All of this is going to backfire, and I’m going to end up losing the person who’s most important to me in the world. I sit in the restaurant for several minutes with my head between my hands, trying to decide what to do. I hope I didn’t actually make the paparazzi situation worse by having Grant meet me here. I’ll be able to control my own gossip rag moving forward, but the others will have to fall in line. I can’t imagine what I’d do with more than one gossip magazine. As it is, I’ll have to figure out a way to make it a legitimate publication. I don’t want to continue to snoop around in people’s lives and embarrass them for no reason just because they are rich and famous.Well… maybe the Young family, but they’re the only ones.“Can I get you anything, Ms. S