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We pulled up outside a small but airy café, and Asher unbuckled his seatbelt. He visibly shuddered, and clutched the cross hanging around his neck as he said,

"I'm convinced those idiots haunted the freaking house. I've been hearing sounds ever since we got back."

We both got out of the car, and I nodded in agreement. I'd noticed a change in the air. A chill, and a feeling... like someone was constantly watching me. Asher hated all of that satanic stuff. He was religious, I'd learned, and he'd been clutching that cross necklace for the majority of the morning. I think we were both glad to be out of the house and meeting up with Brielle for brunch.

In fact, I was super excited. I couldn't wait to meet her.

We walked in and Asher spotted her immediately, leading me over to a petite brunette with straight, mouse brown hair and sharp eyes. She was flicking through a small stack of notes and sipping a coffee, but when we reached her, her gaze lifted and her eyes lightened. She slipped the notes into a folder and stood to greet us.

Well, me, to be exact. After briefly acknowledging Asher, I became the focus of her attention.

"Hmm... so, you're Wren," she said slowly, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Her tone was warm though, and I instantly liked her. When her teeth showed— dazzling white, I might add— the smile changed her whole face. I'd thought she was pretty before, in a smart-and-sophisticated kind of way, but now she just looked like a warm ball of energy. She looked fun!

"It's so nice to meet you," I replied, and I meant it. She smirked, and gestured for me to sit. Asher sat beside us, and we both ordered a coffee. Brielle smoothly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, before sipping her coffee slowly. Then, she offered me her attention, tapping all her fingernails across the table top in one, swift motion, and said

"So, I hear we're bringing down Fake Barbie."

Her grin was maniacal, and I couldn't help but adore her more. I'd been here five seconds and I was convinced that Brielle was the best person I'd met in LA so far. 

I mean come on, we even had the same nickname for Lana!

She leaned forward a little, and with a gleam in her eye, said,

"I am so fucking in— you have no idea how hellish my life was working there. I hear you got a video..."

Asher had folded his arms, and was watching us with a proud smile as I retrieved my phone from my purse and handed it to her, video recorded. It was just sound, but every second of it was golden evidence.

Brielle listened to the entire thing— not even stopping when the waitress delivered our drinks, and she wore an expression the entire time, like she was being told the most delicious, juiciest gossip and was imaging all the ways to use it.

"Wren, this is the best shit I've ever heard," she said, slapping the table lightly with excitement before handing the phone back. "I've got a contact— he's a blogger, and he's only got a small following, but it's a good following. Everyone following him is engaged in his content, and they share it like wildfire. If I give this to him, it will blow up in less than a day, and by the time it reaches Audrey's ears it will be too late. She won't be able to do a damn thing."

Her grin was wicked, and I nodded at her.

"That sounds perfect. But I'm just wondering... perhaps we should wait until we have no other option," I said slowly, and Brielle's face fell.

"Why?" Asher demanded, cocking a confused eyebrow. I grimaced.

"Well, my job is on the line. The moment that video gets out, I'll be fired. Not to mention that Jade and Wesley's story will go to shit, and they'll have one heck of a mess to clean up. And I just think that we should use my position to it's advantage while we can. Lana is about to do this massive commercial in Japan, and she's got the Milk Matte Masquerade tomorrow night... which means they'll be preoccupied for now, at least. Who knows... we might learn something useful during this time."

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