I nod and say, “Well, I didn’t have a functioning car when I started and now I’m here, so I guess you could say it’s working.”

He considers me for a moment, looking like he has something to say, but isn’t sure he should.

“Just say it, Devon.”

“I do have a bit of unpleasant news. Some words from up top.”

I tilt my head, braced. “What?”

“They want you to lose another”—he drops his voice to a whisper—“ten pounds.”

“What?” I ask again. I heard him. I can’t believe him.

“I know, I know,” he says.

“Devon, are you serious? They already had me drop ten pounds this season. I’ve basically been eating lemon water soup as every meal for three months.”

“It’s the evil twin storyline. I don’t make the rules, baby. I’m sorry.”

“This is insane. Another season and there won’t be any of me left.”

“Actually, hon, the truth is…” He comes closer again, close enough that I can smell his veneers. “I’m not sure there’ll be another season. They’re hoping, so you have to be prepared, but it’s not a sure thing.”

“Wait—what? The show is huge! The ratings are—well, obviously they’re not great but that’s kind of what we are. Bad and everyone likes us.”

“I know.”

“Is it because of that New Yorker article?”

“Shh, shh, you cannot tell anyone else. Not a soul. I’m not telling anyone but you. Don’t worry, I’ve already got some backup plans lined up, and I promise I’ll take you with me wherever I go if we get…” He drops his voice to an inaudible level, basically mouthing, “canceled.”

I stare at him in shock, but then nod slowly and say, “Okay, I guess I’ll … go ahead and lose those ten pounds though, just in case.”

He does a what are you going to do? shrug, not quite getting my ironic tone, then says, “I know a guy over at Love Is Blind, rumor has it they’re looking for a new host. What do you think?”

“I’ve got to go. Let me know if my career is over when you get word.”

I turn on my Louboutin and leave.

After changing and having my fake eyelashes ripped off and my makeup removed for almost an hour, I walk to my ride while checking my phone. As always, I have several missed calls, a few voicemails, almost thirty missed texts, and a flurry of emails. I scan over them.

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