Britney

“You’re not Britney!”
“No, my name is Cassandra. I work for the same magazine as Britney and I came to tell you to stay away from her. That girl is in enough trouble now and she certainly doesn’t need you to give her any more.”
I stared at this new girl with significant interest. She was tall, dyed her hair and looked as though she ate about one meal every two months. Yep she definitely worked with Britney. New Ideal fashion magazine where Britney worked was famous for its extremely thin models. This was the problem with being a reporter. You had to deal with some weird and messed up people.
I had asked Britney to meet me here because I thought she could help me and I could help her. But according to this new girl, I was doing neither of the above. I opened my mouth to tell this intruder to go away, but somehow I felt that there would be better routes to getting what I wanted.
“Alright. What happens if I do leave her alone? If I never see her again?”
“Well Miss uh…”
“Pearce. Miss Angela Pearce.”
“Well Miss Pearce if you never see her again she will probably live a lot longer and you will probably keep all of your limbs.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, Miss Pearce. Threatening isn’t my job. I’m just relaying a message.”
“A message? From who?”
But Cassandra had already disappeared out the restaurant door.