23
Spencer
A few hours later, Spencer sat in the lower level cafe, putting the final touches on his epic plan.
His fingers clacked on the keys of his laptop and his blood sizzled with anticipation and the zing of the energy drink he’d just pounded.
Everything would have been perfect if the woman sitting across from him could have kept her toddler under control.
The kid had two tiny pigtails, though she had barely enough wispy curls to need pinning up as far as Spencer could see. A thick bead of yellow snot peeked out of her left nostril periodically before being snorted back up. Her t-shirt said Future Leader. Spencer wasn’t so sure about that.
“Who are you?” she demanded in a voice pitched so high Spencer figured it would give a dog a headache.
He decided it was best to ignore her.
“Who are you?” she asked again, coming closer. Maybe she thought he hadn’t heard her crystal-shattering question the first time.
“I’m working, kid,” he told her.
“I’m Maddie,” she squeaked, undeterred. “Who are you?”
“Do you mind?” Spencer called to the girl’s mother.
The woman glanced up from her phone. Her face looked like she hadn’t slept in a year.
“Maddie,” she called tiredly. “Come back here.”
“Who are you?” Maddie asked quickly, as if knowing the gig was almost up.
“I’m Spencer fucking Carson,” he roared. “Leave me alone.”
The mother ran over, snatched the kid under her armpits, and hoisted her up.
“His middle name is a real bad word, Mommy,” the girl whispered as she was whisked away.
Spencer laughed.
“Future leader, my ass.”
He went back to his work, put the finishing touches on his email and then sat back to read it over.
Your competitor published pictures this morning making it look like Katie Henderson is dating her bodyguard.
But did you know that he’s an alien?
Come to the Philadelphia Convention Center west entrance at 7:15pm tonight and I promise you a scoop that will have your readers crapping their pants.
- A friend
Yes, it was perfect. Precise, professional, and it included just enough info to make them all show up.
He copied the text and carefully visited as many news and gossip sites as he could, emailing it to their news tip inboxes.
All he really needed was for one of them to catch it on video but the more that were there the more Katie would be humiliated.
The thought of her big, frightened eyes gleaming in the flash of the cameras had his cock throbbing, so he tried to think about his trap instead.
The witnesses were lined up now. He had taken care of that part of it nicely.
He slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and sent a message to Cecily. He’d gotten her number from one of his dad’s producer friends a couple of months ago when he found out she and Katie were friends. She had told him not to text her anymore about Katie, but she would love this message.
Spencer:
Hey Cecily. I was up all night thinking about my behavior with Katie and I feel really bad. I didn’t want to bother her in front of anyone today and I don’t want to text her since she asked me not to. But I have something of hers I want to give back to her as well as an apology. I’d like to meet her at 7:15pm at the west entrance for like two minutes. She can bring her bodyguard with her so she won’t have to worry that I will ask anything more than the opportunity to tell her I’m sorry and get some closure, for both of us. Would you please tell her?
He waited a few minutes and at last the phone buzzed again.
Cecily:
I’ll mention this to her. No promises.
Shit.
Spencer:
I’m leaving town tonight, so this is kind of my last opportunity.
Cecily:
Why don’t you write her a letter and drop it off with her stuff at my booth?
Spencer:
I need to apologize in person and can’t give this thing to anyone but Katie. Please stop breaking my balls. Just make sure she’s there.
There was no response, but he was pretty sure that meant he’d won.
Women loved apologizing men. Katie would be there all right, with her bodyguard and all her friends too. She would be hoping to get her rocks off by humiliating him in front of everyone.
Well she was in for quite the surprise.
Now he just had to get upstairs and figure out how to deliver the bait.