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"  It was something William said to me in an ideas meeting that made me realize why Kevin looked so familiar to me. &amp;quot;This kind of stuff does well,&amp;quot; he said, pushing Lauren Conrad&amp;#039;s latest YA novel towards me. &amp;quot;Start thinking of other young reality stars we can approach about doing something like this.&amp;quot;  That was it! I was 99 percent positive I recognized Kevin from TV, a terrible reality show I watched in the three month haze I spent in between graduating college and finding a real job. I couldn&amp;#039;t remember if it had been on E! or MTV or Style or what, but I desperately wished William would shut it so I could get back to my desk and fall down an Internet rabbit hole until I&amp;#039;d figured it out. Kevin had texted me a few days after the handcuff party and we&amp;#039;d arranged to have brunch on Saturday. I needed to know exactly who I&amp;#039;d be eating my eggs benedict with!  The meeting finally ended but not before William pointed to a pile of newspapers and trade magazines in his inbox and asked me to go through them and flag anything that would be of interest to us. As much as William annoys me some times, I do love how he uses the term, &amp;quot;us.&amp;quot; It makes me feel like we&amp;#039;re a team on a mission to find the next great bestseller.  &amp;quot;No problem!&amp;quot; I chirped, gathering the papers and magazines in my arms and scurrying back to my desk. In my haste, I nearly collided with Richard in the hallway, causing me to drop that morning&amp;#039;s Post.  &amp;quot;Hey-o! Where&amp;#039;s the fire?&amp;quot; He bent down and gathered the papers up off the floor.  &amp;quot;Oh, sorry.&amp;quot; I told him about my epiphany as he walked me back to my desk.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re going on a date with an ex-reality star?&amp;quot; Richard tipped his head back and laughed. &amp;quot;This is fantastic.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I wouldn&amp;#039;t say he&amp;#039;s a star. I need to figure out exactly what show he was on. Oh God, what if it was like To Catch a Predator or something?!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Can&amp;#039;t be, you&amp;#039;re too legal-looking.&amp;quot;  I sat down at my computer and typed in Kevin&amp;#039;s name plus the words, &amp;quot;reality show.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Thanks. Is that your way of saying I&amp;#039;ve lost my youthful glow?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on, guys?&amp;quot; Kate&amp;#039;s head popped up over the wall of my desk. She&amp;#039;d been doing this a lot lately\u2014inserting herself into conversations between Richard and I. I couldn&amp;#039;t decide if she had always been like this, or if this was a direct result of our conversation about Richard and the crush she thinks he has on her. We had our Hamptons house in two weekends, but since I&amp;#039;d decided to go to Becca&amp;#039;s shower (scale of 1-10, how nuts am I?), I was missing Friday night and would just take the train out Saturday afternoon. I was honestly a little nervous about what I would be walking into. Kate had made it seem like something was going to happen between her and Richard in the house, even though I wasn&amp;#039;t sure if he reciprocated her feelings. If she made a move on him on Friday night and he wasn&amp;#039;t into it\u2014or if they hooked up and Kate wanted something from Richard that his hate-boner for monogamy wouldn&amp;#039;t allow him to give, things were bound to get awkward.  Richard perched on the edge of my desk and filled Kate in. Googling Kevin&amp;#039;s full name and &amp;quot;reality show&amp;quot; had turned up nothing.  &amp;quot;Wait, show me his picture on Facebook,&amp;quot; Kate said. &amp;quot;I have terrible taste in TV and I&amp;#039;m really lazy on the weekends so if it&amp;#039;s aired in one of those all-day marathon thingies, I&amp;#039;ve seen it.&amp;quot;  I pulled up Kevin&amp;#039;s picture and Kate squinted at my screen. &amp;quot;Go to the next one,&amp;quot; she said. When I did, her eyes lit up. &amp;quot;Ohmygod, ohmygod. I know who he is.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Who?!&amp;quot; Richard and I demanded in unison.  &amp;quot;He was the boyfriend of the main girl on one of those c-list Hills spin-offs. He was cheating on her and everyone knew it but she refused to believe it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You really know how to pick &amp;#039;em,&amp;quot; Richard said to me. I was already Googling the show, and sure enough, Kevin had been a cast member. He was using a different last name now, which is why my original search didn&amp;#039;t turn up anything.  &amp;quot;Oh, come on you guys,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;That stuff is so scripted. My gut tells me he&amp;#039;s a nice, slightly dumb but perfectly acceptable person to have brunch with on Saturday.&amp;quot;  Richard shrugged. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s your next failed relationship.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not getting into a relationship with him,&amp;quot; I said, exasperated. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s brunch.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Speaking of nice, slightly dumb people, does William know about this?&amp;quot; Richard pointed to an item in Page Six of The Post and started reading out loud, &amp;quot;Celebrity super agent, Mark Madison, was spotted enjoying an intimate dinner at Del Posto with the very beautiful, very pregnant New York socialite, Elizabeth Waldron. Maybe his former colleague and rumored baby daddy, William Bradford, was off fetching their coats?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Hole-Lee shit!&amp;quot; Kate said.  &amp;quot;Give me that!&amp;quot; I ripped the paper out of Richard&amp;#039;s hands so I could confirm what he had just read to me with my own two eyes. Richard had told me Elizabeth was hovering outside of William&amp;#039;s door when we had the whole &amp;quot;Lazy Girl Guide&amp;quot; discussion, so I already knew she was the leak. I just hadn&amp;#039;t given much thought to what her motivation was since she&amp;#039;s a generally evil person and I figured that was reason enough! &amp;quot;What do I do?&amp;quot; I asked, more to myself than to anyone.  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t tell him,&amp;quot; Richard insisted.  &amp;quot;But he asked me to read everything in his inbox and flag anything that could be of interest to us. Page Six is the first page everyone turns to\u2014I can&amp;#039;t pretend like I skipped it. He&amp;#039;d think I was a moron.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Better to be a moron than the messenger though,&amp;quot; Kate said.  &amp;quot;Here,&amp;quot; Richard snatched the paper back from my hands. &amp;quot;Just pretend like you never even saw today&amp;#039;s paper because some jerk,&amp;quot; he pointed to himself, &amp;quot;Borrowed it from you and forgot to give it back.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;But I want him to know this. He thinks he&amp;#039;s the father of her kid which, may I just add, who knows if that&amp;#039;s even true, but regardless that means he&amp;#039;s sharing confidential information with her and he shouldn&amp;#039;t be.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Josie, it&amp;#039;s in Page Six. Someone is bound to tell him. And just to be on the safe side, we&amp;#039;ll slip this under his door after he goes home tonight.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah!&amp;quot; Kate chimed in. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll stay as late as needed.&amp;quot; I couldn&amp;#039;t tell if Kate&amp;#039;s offer was genuine, or if it was just another way to monitor Richard.  &amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Thanks, guys.&amp;quot;  Kate and Richard returned to their desks and I emailed Nina and Ashley to tell them exactly who I was having brunch with on Saturday (&amp;quot;I promise not to forget you guys when I start rolling with the celebutantes,&amp;quot; I joked) and to fill them in on the latest and greatest from the devil incarnate.  Want more from Josie? Follow her on Twitter @BedroomBlog "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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