All Chapters of Playboy Rehab : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After dinner, which ended up being only me, Lucas and Patrick since everyone went to sleep early, I went back up to my room and opened my laptop. My mind was a bit more cleared now, so I decided to send the photos to Garret now rather than tomorrow. The first five photos were the ones that Sarah took. The best one was of Sebastian shaking hands with the Mayor of Maryville; that was one I could email to Darcy as well. I expected this photo to be in the Maryville Buzz which was the quaint town newspaper that they had. Around the beginning of next week Sebastian would be front page.The rest were of him with the press, shaking hands with representatives of the charity and of course of him with the president of USFFE. These pictures were gold, and I knew Garret would be content. I clicked the arrow to take me to the next picture, which was a photo of Sebastian and the small piglet he was hol

After I showered, I sat on my bed and opened my laptop, but just stared at the screen blankly. Surprisingly, today was a total success. Despite the lake accident, Mr. Muller was extremely entertained watching us out on the water, and said that Sebastian would be a great addition to Harrison inc. Thank God. I logged into my Yahoo account and emailed Garret about today's endeavor, leaving out the part about Billy Mane and the capsized canoe. Within minutes, he replied back stating that he was ecstatic about the success. I smiled to myself at his comment. Garret was seeing me as more of a publicist, but a life changer of sorts. As I began typing my reply to Garret I felt my phone vibrating on my bed. I picked it up and noticed that it was Beth. When I answered it, I had no chance to greet my best friend as she was screaming excitedly.

"So how are we going to fix this, Leslie?" Sarah asked as her, Lucas and I sat in the library. William and Elizabeth wanted to sit in to see how everything was going to play out, but Fiona made them sit out, claiming that "Press work" was already stressful as it was without them.After arriving to the Manor after the paparazzi incident, Sebastian's face was plastered on every gossip website you could think of. Not only this, but Access Hollywood had played the scandalous video of Sebastian spitting in the camera mans face. Back, to back, to back. It was nation wide, now. We were doing so well, and he had to go and mess everything up. Even if he apologized to me it wouldn't be enough. A "soon to be" father spitting in a mans face and calling him a douche bag is not a favorable action towards the public.I paced back and forth in the libr

"I swear something smells awfully funny..." Fiona said as we walked into the manor. Sebastian's face was red from holding in his laughter, and I, being more dazed than him, went into a fit of minor paranoia. Seriously, I felt like we were going to go to jail any second, or an asteroid was going to crash into the manor or something. Either way, I was more afraid than usual. I kept my composure in front of Fiona, but I knew as soon as I was able to go to my room I would check under my bed for bombs or spiders. God forbid it be spiders. Fiona had a phone call waiting for her, so she left us in the waiting room. As we made our way upstairs, I stopped midway and looked at Sebastian. "What's wrong?" He asked, with a sly smile. "Di-did y

  ____ That day, I decided to walk out into the Rose Garden to handle some business regarding Sebastian's baby scandal, as well as the Keplin Pre school volunteer work he had set up for next week. Garret called, a bit furious at Sebastian. I told him that everything was under control when in reality I didn't know how everything would play out with Norman and Maria on Friday. Still, Garret trusted me enough to let me handle it without expressing the entirety of his worry. Lucas and Sarah asked if I needed any help with anything, and tried to sit down with their laptops, but I shook it off and told them I had it under control. I knew the only reason Sarah wanted to join me was because of her outburst yesterday. Guilt wasn't going to work on me; I already knew that her apology was