Fame, glory and… foul play!
Jessie was a shop worker dreaming of the big time, then YouTube found her. But staying in the limelight requires meticulous management: pop stars are made not born.
With awards night approaching, the pressure’s on for Tito, Jessie’s manager, to whip her into shape. Getting so close wasn’t in the contract, but then neither was him being murdered in Spain.
Alone and scared of the negative publicity, Jessie turns to Mack, her account manager at Eternal Forever, the UK’s first digital legacy management agency. But Mack’s got his own issues: the company’s fast running out of cash, his key developer’s on the turn and a blogger’s suicide looks suspicious.
With the assistance of J-Pop, Mack’s assistant and wannabe reality TV star, Jessie turns sleuth. But in a world where everybody’s watching, it’s hard to escape. Reputation is everything and some people will do anything to protect it.
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Context: J Pop is in Spain and is trying to work out how to catch a killer. He’s star struck, but out of his depth.
What should I do?
The question plagued J Pop like a virulent strain of chicken pox. He’d listened to Jessie’s tale of woe, watched her intently as she’d described the moment Tito got stabbed and she’d run off (on account of being told to, she said emphatically and repeatedly several times), and looked around at the situation he now found himself in.
Deep. That was the key word he felt accurately summed up his current state of affairs. Blessed, was the other, if he was feeling optimistic.
He licked his lips and fanned himself lightly. He could feel his heat rising from being in the presence of the Jessie Adams, the pop star, and sensational superstar of the moment. Just who could Adam and Eve it? If only it wasn’t for the particulars of his present meeting he could feel good, positive. But the problem was, he’d had the low-down on what was to be the big, bloody (literal and metaphorical) mess he was in.
That’s what his booming brain had boomed out loud and incredibly clearly.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
He was in it up to… he didn’t know where. He didn’t have a yardstick long enough to measure the depth. Of course, being the professional appearance artist he was, he gave none of the above impression away to the speaker.
Jessie, for all intents and purposes, gabbled on gaily about the mounting amount of shit she was in with absolutely no clue that her recipient had absolutely no clue either about what either of them should do about the situation.
Christ, he needed a drink.
He motioned to the waiter for him to bring them a beer. The girl obviously needed some liquid hydration – and he needed something to dampen down the neurotransmitters in his brain that were leaping about wildly and screaming at him to get the hell outta there and catch the next flight home.
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