Sugar and Spice_ An L.A. Candy Novel - Lauren Conrad [23]
And speaking of STK . . . Trevor scrolled around on his laptop until he found the pictures of Gaby and her date leaving the popular restaurant. His assistant had a Google alert on anything L.A. Candy. All of his girls—and anyone who was associated with his girls—were being watched. They were always on his radar, and the second they made their way onto the websites and blogs, he was notified.
So. Gaby wasn’t the only L.A. Candy girl to dine at STK that night. There were pictures of Jane and Scarlett as well, leaving the restaurant—and five feet behind them were two young, good-looking guys.
When it came to paparazzi, there was a system. Trevor was a man of details, so he always picked up on the nonverbal clues. A picture of two people with zero feet between them and with their arms around each other probably meant it was just for show or to counteract a breakup rumor. One foot between two people meant they were together and were neither hiding it nor flaunting it. Two feet between the couple, or if the guy was walking directly behind the girl, no hand-holding or interaction, likely meant that it was a new, undefined relationship or simply a friendship. (If there was enough room between the two, the guy could be cropped out and the girl’s image could be used for a fashion shot.)
The five-foot buffer between Trevor’s two girls and the two young, good-looking guys (who were shadowed in the background) meant that they were together. Trevor had done some digging and found out that one of them was Jane’s old boyfriend from high school and the other was his best friend and a premed student at UCLA. A rekindled romance between Jane and her ex would make a great story line for Season 2. And judging from the photo, it appeared to be a double date? A romance between Scarlett and the premed would make an equally great story line. Yes, Scarlett already had a boyfriend, but since he absolutely could not be on the show, he was nonexistent to Trevor. Scarlett didn’t seem like the type to cheat, but Trevor was good at what he did. He knew it would only take a couple of stolen glances on the show (not necessarily at each other) and the right pop song in the background to fabricate a new relationship.
There was a knock on the door. It was Jane. “Hey, Trevor? Are you busy?” she asked.
“Not at all. Come on in.”
Jane closed the door and sat down across the conference table from him. There were dark circles under her eyes, as though she’d been up all night. It wasn’t like her to party until dawn; that was more Madison’s or Gaby’s style. “What’s up? You look like you could use a pick-me-up. You want me to send a PA out for coffee or a Red Bull?” he offered.
“No, thanks. Listen, Trevor. I know you said it had to be this way, but . . . Madison. She’s just not working out.”
Of course. “What do you mean, ‘she’s not working out’?” he said patiently. Since Jane’s meltdown in this very same conference room last Wednesday, he’d gotten multiple calls from both her agent and her publicist, screaming bloody murder about their client having to film with Madison. What was wrong with these people? Sure, it was their job to represent their client’s best interests. But in this case, Jane’s “best interests” were high ratings, and her daily fireworks with Madison provided that.
“I mean, she’s not letting me do my job here,” Jane complained. “She’s supposed to be helping me with Aja’s engagement party and some other parties, too. But she doesn’t know anything about event planning, and all she does is criticize my ideas for stupid, random reasons. On camera. Maybe that’s good for the show or whatever, but it’s not good for me, you know, professionally. We’re already behind schedule on Aja’s party because of Madison’s drama.”
Trevor steepled his hands under his chin and smiled sympathetically. “I hear you, Jane. But