Bradley Will Simpson is a hopeless romantic whose celebrity status has been dwindling. Quinn Desireé Jones is learning how to love and struggling to get a promotion in her job. When an unfortunate incident leads them to get in a fake relationship, t...
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An invite to Chronicle's Social Night not only guarantees good publicity, but also gives budding writers the chance to prove why they are worthy of a position in the magazine's editorial board.
For Quinn, the night meant going around and convincing magazine stakeholders why she deserves to be promoted and why, if things ever come to a vote, she deserves their support. On the other hand, for Brad, the night meant that he could provide good publicity for his band, especially if he will be on his best behaviour. Either way, both of them must make a good impression.
"Hey," Brad whispers, then Quinn shifts her gaze from out the car window to the person next to her.
"I just wanted to check how you're doing," Brad says, then Quinn nods her head.
"I'm fine. What about you?"
"Quite frankly, I'm a bit nervous. My bandmates are usually with me, but now I'm all alone."
"You have me."
"Yes, but you'll be impressing stakeholders and editors so you can be promoted. I don't want to get in the way of that."
"And you won't. Just follow my lead, say nothing but good things and put your best smile on. If you think media people have it easy by negatively manipulating your reputation, trust me, it's just as easy to manipulate how they think," Quinn says, then Brad nods.
"Alright. That boosted my confidence but did not calm my nerves. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that," Brad says, then Quinn laughs.
"Congratulations. You just completed puberty," Quinn says, then Brad chuckles, finally understanding that they have similar humour; they thrive on sarcastic yet friendly teasing and can be easily misunderstood, unless they are with the right people.
The driver stops the limo right in front of the entrance, which is lined with a red carpet, a decent amount of photographers and a hoard of media people waiting to interview guests.
"We're here, Miss Jones. You may give me a call any time you want to leave," the limo driver says before Brad climbs out, then Quinn smiles at the driver.
"Thank you. Cheers," Quinn says before opening her door, then Brad helps her climb out of the car—a gesture that they agreed to do upon entering the venue. Once the attention is on them, the cameras click away, then they are made to post in front of a backdrop where the sponsors of the event are printed on.
"Can we get solo pictures of Brad, please?" One of the photographers yells, then Quinn looks at Brad, who shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, but if you want pictures of me tonight, they all have to be with my girlfriend," Brad replies, then the photographer gives him an eye roll. Meanwhile, the other photographers swoon and capture the couple looking at each other.
"You're sweet, but it's no bother," Quinn whispers while smiling so the photographers won't get suspicious.
"You're a guest in this event, too. They should treat you like it," Brad whispers back in the same manner as Quinn, then they take small bows before moving on to the reporters who had their microphones ready. They are ushered to one of the reporters, who is already talking to the camera.
