“Uh…” Chastity looked at the screen. “ID# 751495.”
“Thank you. One moment please.” Olivia treated us to five minutes of elevator music before returning. “Hello?”
“I’m here,” said Chastity.
“Wonderful. I regret to inform you that I am not able to share the name of the photographer with you.”
“Why not?”
“We sign nondisclosure agreements with all of our photographers.”
Chastity glared at Olivia through the phone. “But I’m trying to hire this photographer,” she lied. “Why would he not want that?”
“I’m sorry, but it is company policy to keep all photographer and model names confidential.”
Chastity kept trying different angles to get the information, but Olivia was a stone wall. Even when she flirted with him. I was pretty sure it was the first time I’d ever seen Chastity’s flirting fail. Eventually she told him that Olivia was a girl’s name and then hung up.
“I’m sorry, Ash. I tried,” she said.
“That was amazing. It’s not your fault Olivia is a total ass.”
Chastity said she’d try to call again in hopes of talking to someone other than Olivia. Meanwhile I tried searching for more information about PicStock. They were privately held. The CEO was a guy named Vance Williams. They were founded in 2014 as a division of Odegaard, LLC.Wait, what?
I read that last sentence again. I must not have been reading it right. Odegaard was Tanner’s fashion label. What were they doing selling stock photos? Honestly, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that Tanner probably had access to the photographer’s name.
There was just one problem: he was a total idiot and I never wanted to talk to his stupid face again.
I tapped Chastity on the shoulder. “Check this out.”
“Tanner owns PicStock?”
“Apparently so.”
“Well that’s amazing! Call him and get all the info. And while you’re at it, tell him to fire Olivia.”
“Can you call him for me?” I asked.
“Why? He’s your boy toy.” She looked confused for a second before nodding. “Oh right, you told him to stay out of your life forever.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he’s more likely to answer you,” said Chastity. “Just text him a nudie and apologize.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Not even to find Rosalie?”
Damn it!She was right. A few awkward minutes were totally worth it if it led me to finding out what happened to Rosalie. “Fine.”
“Thatta girl.” She grabbed my phone and pointed it at my chest. “Pull a boob out and let’s do this.”
“What? No!” I wasn’t going to pull out my boob in the middle of the office! “I meant I’d call him.”
“With no apology nudie?” She shook her head. “As your wing woman, I strongly advise against that.”
“Noted.” I took my phone and dialed Tanner’s number. The faster I got it over with, the sooner I’d stop sweating.
“Hello?” said Tanner.
