Will

I couldn't help it. I tried I even did that old trick where you look in the mirror and talk to yourself as if you're two separate people. Just. Play nice. I could be nice. I spoon fed celebrities on a daily basis. It was my job to kiss ass.

I just didn't want to kiss hers.

Because for some reason, being nice somehow felt like she'd won like she was getting in and the last thing I needed was to give her a foothold in any area of my life.

So anger was ...