It was taking everything in my power to make this phone call. I knew that I needed to stop putting it off, but more than anything I was wondering why in the world I was scared of Tamara Collins. Yes, she was my boss, but I was the star of Rumor Central. So why was I scared to call and tell her this? I’d wanted to go straight to Shay’s room and tell her about Carson, but Tamara had been blowing up my phone and I needed to check in with her first. Just dial the number, I told myself as I punched in the number to Tamara’s cell. When I’d added international calling to my cell phone, I’d had no idea that I would be using it for this. “Hey, lady—what’s going on,” Tamara said, answering on the second ring. “Yeah, nothing much,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m just in Cancun.” She laughed. “Umm, yeah, I know. I’m sure you’re having a blast, but I also hope you’ve got some good stories.” Tamara knew I had been uneasy about bringing the camera along, but I also knew how this game was played.
