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adrenaline races as he motions for me to follow him. He’s so dramatic. Twenty million viewers demand it. I put my backpack over both shoulders and Harri shoots me an apologetic look. I should’ve known.   Why didn’t I see this coming? She never wants to eat at the diner.
    I spot the magazine again on the way towards the door – Alyssa’s face looking up at me. Is she out there somewhere being collected like this and marched towards abandonment, or will Ed go for her separately? Is she ready? Does she know what she's doing any more than I do?
    A black Escalade is waiting on the curb outside with its engine running. The show’s logo is on the side and people from the street are crowding round. Harri runs outside with Mitchell close behind. ‘See you soon,’ she says, throwing her arms around me suddenly. I breathe in sharply, the scent of her shampoo, loop one arm around her shoulders as she squeezes me in front of everyone.
    ‘See you soon,’ I say, although it’s not exactly true. I won’t see Harri soon. I’ve been in the middle of nowhere before and eight weeks is a hell of a long time. Anything can happen in eight weeks.

7
Alyssa
    ‘Let’s go over the PowerPoint print outs while we wait,’ Kenneth says, laying a bunch of papers out on the table. I sigh to myself. I don’t miss the coffee stain on the front of his pale blue shirt, but I can’t focus on the stupid presentation we’re about to give. K-Lame doesn’t know I’m going to be on Deserted . I told him I was going to volunteer with orphans in Cambodia for a bit.
    I mean… obviously he’ll find out I’m on the show when the first episode airs at the weekend, but I didn’t want him asking all those questions I knew I wouldn’t be able to answer.  It’s been bad enough trying to avoid all the other questions since the break up – the ones people yell at me on the streets and in the stores and through my car window when I pull up at the lights:
    Alyssa, why did he break up with you? Alyssa, is it true he was cheating on you? Alyssa, will you have to give up your ticket to the Academy Awards?
    ‘Alyssa, are you OK to go through the stats on Excel?’ 
    I nod distractedly. Being stalked by the photogs while I was out with Chloe and Noah the other night in New York wasn’t much fun, and neither was being slapped on the cover of In Touch with them. They were nice enough to fly me over to say goodbye and good luck, and while I didn’t see much of Noah - or Sebastian - at least Chloe and I got to spend more time together.
    ‘What if you meet a guy out there?’ she gushed over our second bottle of white wine on the balcony. We were watching Manhattan move from their pimped-up penthouse. ‘You can’t get more romantic than a desert island.’
    ‘Chloe, I’m pretty sure there’ll be no one to lust after while we’re all eating rats and growing hair in weird places and not wearing deodorant,’ I told her, though for some reason the guy’s face sprang back into my head then - the tall, ripped and sexy one I saw at the interviews.
    He was the only other person there I made eye-contact with; still the only other human I can picture when I try to imagine what it’ll be like out there. I don’t even know if he made it through, but his face has been etched on my brain like a tattoo since I met his eyes.
    Right now it’s November 03. It has to be today that they’re coming for me. I feel like I’ve had six coffees myself, I’m so on edge. There was another photo of Sebastian with the blond girl again this morning, too; this time on TMZ. They were just walking in their gym clothes again, but I thought I was about to wretch up my heart.
    The door opens again and the clients walk in. We all stand up. They’re in suits, wearing shiny shoes, carrying laptop bags.
    ‘Nice to see you, gentlemen,’ Kenneth starts, offering them seats. Megan closes Instagram, puts her cell down next to me and gets up to offer them coffee and cookies. We shake