RENEE

When I stepped out of the cab in front of the restaurant a few minutes later, it turned out that Nicole’s intuitions, as well as mine, had been correct.

The paparazzi were there, with cameras and microphones in hand, and the look of recognition on their faces when they saw me said it all—they'd been waiting for me.

They must have done their research on me and obtained information about my workplace from whomever, and so they’d chosen to accost me this sunny morning. ...