Your story publishes, but...

Your story on the secret escort service publishes the next morning on the front page of the Tribune. It's an instant hit and is trending worldwide when you wake up. You check social media and celebrities named in your story are either denying the report or shutting down their own accounts.

Next you check your email and your inbox is flooded with congratulatory messages. There's one from Laura and she's already planning media interviews for you on Monday morning. You chuckle to yourself at Laura's remarkable change in attitude towards you. She had all but forgotten about the **** by now.

You're about to step into the shower when you phone rings on the bathroom counter. It's Margot Robbie.

"Hey," you answer.

"Hey! I read your story. What the fuck?" Margot sounds angry.

"What did you think?"

"What do you mean what did I think? You didn't realize my name was in there? Now everyone in the world thinks I'm a prostitute!"

"Woah, hold on. Shit, was your name in there? I must have missed it. I wouldn't have done it on purpose," you say. It was true. You had entirely forgot that you might have known someone on the list of escorts.

"You bastard!" Margot screams and she goes into a long rant about how her career is over. You stop listening after a while and put the phone on speaker as you shave in the mirror.

"...without my career, I can't even afford this place. Also, I can't leave the house now because there's paparazzi camped outside. I tried to go out through Emily's house but she locked the door between our houses. I mean, did you see what she tweeted about me? Called me a whore! The girl who has sex parties called me a whore! What do you expect me to do?" Margot says.

You shrug to yourself in the mirror and say nothing. There's a long pause, and you start to worry about Margot.

"Margot?"

She waits a while before responding. "Yeah, I'm still here."

"I'm sorry. Really. I should have checked. I didn't know you were doing that."

"Well it's done now, isn't it?" Margot sighs. "Can I... you said you live in a mansion just outside the city right?"

"Yup. You can come stay here for a while if you want," you offer.

"...okay. Yes, that would be nice. Let me go pack a bag. Can you do that thing where you appear out of nowhere in a hour? Can you take me back with you?"

"Sure, I can do that. See you soon." You hang up and jump into the shower.