2:55 PM School’s out 6:30 PM iChat Paige (iChat is a pain) Emily stared at her egg-white frittata, sliced pink grapefruit, and flourless toast, debating which would be the least messy to eat. Not that Adrienne Little-Armstrong or Mac would notice if Emily spilled on the pastel pink tablecloth. They still hadn’t even noticed Jake Gyllenhaal in a booth in the corner, tucked behind a copy of Variety. Maybe this was just a typical breakfast at the Polo Lounge, but Emily was not used to seeing A-list celebrities before school started, and she really wasn’t used to taking power breakfasts with Hollywood’s top talent agent, aka Mac’s mom. Who, at that exact moment, was checking her BlackBerry with her right hand and stabbing her egg-white omelet with her left. Mac sat next to Emily taking notes on her iPhone and sipping her papaya-banana breakfast smoothie. Emily decided the frittata was the safest choice, and relaxed when it broke apart quite cleanly in a dainty, non-attention-grabbing bite.
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