Set up a meeting.

Sarah's head was spinning. She couldn't believe that she actually had to deal with this. As much as she hated Darien these days, she never would've guessed that he would go to the press with a story about their sex life. That was a bridge too far, or at least she had thought it was. She felt so... violated.

"Set up a meeting," she said. "See if your friend knows which photographer it was. If we can get him to drop the story, then maybe we can avoid this whole thing." It was more than a shot in the dark. She knew that it would take a lot to get the paparazzi to drop a Sarah Morris sex scandal, but she didn't have a choice. The alternative was being mown as the pop star who met fans with her boyfriend's jizz on her hands, and there was no way that she could allow that to happen.

Wallis nodded. At least he could be professional in a situation like this, but even seeing his usually-jovial self acting like this kind of scared Sarah. She wanted the old Wallis back, but she wanted the story gone even more. He would just have to work his magic. "I'll do what I can," he said. "The car will be coming around in a few minutes so you can head back to the hotel. Just sit tight until then."

He had his phone out as he walked out of the room-- one of those old clamshell types. Somehow Wallis was the one manager in LA who hadn't switched over to an iPhone years ago. He was on the line with someone before the door even closed.

Sarah stood up. She was definitely having that bottle of wine now.