I blocked his number with a swipe, and my world became a lot quieter. But then my manager, Emily Queen, said her phone was blowing up with calls all morning.
"Can you explain what's going on? Our PR team is at a loss!"
"Emily, I'm really sorry," I said, rubbing my temples. This situation had escalated beyond my wildest expectations.
"Hold on a second," Emily paused. "Check Twitter."
I opened Twitter and saw: [#Best Actor Admits to Dating#]
Bruce said: [I'm pursuing Cecilia!]
My face went from annoyed to furious. I thought, What is this, a soap opera script? Isn't anyone at his company going to rein him in? Could Bruce just do whatever he wants?
The comments on Twitter were a mix of outrage and confusion. Oh great, Twitter is crashing, too.
"Care to explain?" Emily's voice came through the phone again.
"If I say he pestered me until I agreed, do you believe it?"
Bruce had a crush back in school—someone beautiful and leggy, like a campus queen. And it was me. But I didn't have any special skills; I just had a face that made people hesitate to approach me.
To be honest, Bruce was a senior of mine. I was studying musical theater; he was into acting. We didn't have much overlap.