Behind closed doors

Introduction

"Hey Emily come here" Jessica shouts from her office, I say office to make it sound fancy. It's a desk like the rest of them. Hers is on the end of a row, her dying plant and photo of her and her boyfriend are the only things that make it stand out from the rest. I huff even though I've been looking for anything to do but my work for the past half an hour.

"What?" I say kneeling on the floor beside her.

"GQ did an article where one of their writers tried to get Tom Holland to fall in love with her so she could write about him. And she failed it's hilarious, you should read it I'll email you the link" she says laughing to herself, as I here the woosh of her email account.

"I'll go read it now, want a tea?" I say not even waiting for her reply as I pick up her empty mug.

"You're the best, I'd marry you if I liked girls!" She calls after me.

"You do when you're drunk" I shout back as I put water into the kettle.

Back at my desk tea in hand I read about 1,000 words on how a girl tried to turn up to a red carpet event, get Tom Holland to notice her and have him declare his love then and there. It's a light hearted read, and you've got to give the girl some balls for trying it. Having dug further I found her Instagram and there's a photo of the two of them smiling with the magazine. At least he's taking it in good spirits, because the comments underneath calling her a whore, desperate and as user Spiderman69 put it 'invaded his privacy to a massive degree, why is it being praised??? This is disgusting'

When did the world get so serious and when did everyone get to have an opinion. Another Instagram post reveals the writer got a promotion not long after for the exposure of the article. I give her a follow and turn my chair to Jess's direction.

"Jess! You reckon if I go to Henry and say I'll make Lynn Gunn fall in love with me and write about it he'd give me a big fat bonus and finally take me off the back page" I laugh.

"You've just been looking for an excuse to ramp up your stalking of her don't use this as a cover" she shouts back, knowing full well how I felt about Lynn and her band Pvris after the amount of concerts I had dragged her too. She covers reviews for our magazine so the free tickets to anything and everything are a blessing.

"Emily King come here" Henry's voice bellowed into the office and the silence that followed was deafening. Wide eyed I get up from my desk. Mouth a quick help me in Jess's direction and walk towards his office.

"If this is about the traffic report on Twitter the other day I didn't know I couldn't make jokes about deer if that's what caused the accident, please don't fire me I need to pay for my moms medical-" he puts his hand up and gestures to the seat opposite his desk.

"Stop talking and sit." He sits opposite me and crosses his arms over his belly his suit sleeves riding up in the process. "How would you do it?"

"Do what?" I say tucking my blonde curly hair behind my ear.

"Get that girl to fall in love with you, I'm talking secrets, I'm talking get her to trust you and then tell us everything. Give a first hand account of the life everyone so desperately wants"

"Erm" I clear my throat trying to think on my feet "Research, planning, laugh at her jokes, like the same things, try and get her to think I'm attractive I guess. Why?" He leans forward on his desk.

"If the readership doubles here because of your efforts, your looking at enough money to help your moms treatment and the new celebrity interview section can be yours."

"Are you serious?" I say palms getting sweaty.

"I overheard you and Jess and if GQ can go viral because of it why can't we, we'd have the LGBT angle we can't possibly fail. I want articles every week about your progress. No reward until it's done." He nods towards the door signalling the conversation is over knowing he's offered me something I simply can't refuse.

I exit his office and sit at my desk in disbelief, pulling up Lynsey's Instagram. I stare at it for a full 30 seconds not thinking anything. When the sudden feeling suddenly overwhelms me. I direct my eyes to the photo of me and my mom. I'm really going to do this. I'm going to get her to fall in love with me, and then tell the world her secrets. I'm sorry Lynn family comes first I hope you can understand.

Then I hit unfollow. Time for phase 1.