- Let me take care of it.
- Are you sure?
- Nobody's gonna try anything weird in public. Besides, I have a bone to pick with this guy. It's not the first time we've had problems with creeper shots.
- Up to you. Just be careful, Ryan.
I nod and throw down my bar towel, then head out the door, my shoulders squared. The guy clearly didn't expect me to comfort him! He freezes as I stomp toward him, lowering his camera.
- Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?
- Just taking photos of some gorgeous build...
- Bullshit. I know you've been following me.
- I haven't, I swear!
I yank the camera out of his hand and turn it, seeing a variety of shots of me in the viewfinder.
- Then what are these?
- Photos of you. Okay, okay I'm paparazzi, but I hadn't seen you before today!
- I saw the photos you send to Ethan Altman, dude, don't try that shit.
- What? No, look, here's my badge, I'm with DNP. The celebrity gossip website?
The badge does look real...maybe he's telling the truth.
- Fine, you want a photo? Then, take one.
Let's give him something to remember.
I plant a hand on my lip, making finger–hearts with the other as I wink.
- Seriously, here, make your bosses happy and go.
- Uh, yes, sir!
He snaps a few photos and dashes away.
I better go inside and let Jonathan know.
Rolling my eyes, I head inside, grateful it wasn't anything scarier. I text Jonathan. Thankfully, the rest of the shift is uneventful, and I finally get to go home.
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A Billionaire's Game
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