As soon as Morgan got home, the two of them had searched for what Declan had talked about. It was just a stupid blog, not anything important or notable, except it had been shared a lot by students at Florida SouthernCollege.
Some people defended her, saying they were satisfied by her service. Thank goodness! But the majority of people said things about how pathetic her clients must be to use something like the DateMaker.
It wasn'tlookinggood.
Morgan looked up at her bulletin board with all the people she was waiting to set up on dates. There were a few couples that were close matches, but not as perfectly tailored for one another as she would havehoped.
Desperate times called for desperatemeasures.
“I think I need to make one last, hard push to make people happy. Otherwise, I'm going to become an internet joke, then some kind of terrible meme, and finally fade into obscurity. I'll be left broken andbroke.”
Lacey snorted. “Don't be sodramatic.”
“I’mserious.”
“Do you have enough good matches to makeitwork?”
“I think so.” Morgan nodded her head and walked over to her board. She started moving pictures into new spots. “If I put this guy with her. And this girl with this guy, it's a goodstart.”
She tapped her finger against her chin, continuing to ponder the pictures in front of her. Lacey must have known how hard Morgan was concentrating because she mercifully remained silentbesideher.
“Oh! I'll put these two together, and these two, and….” Morgan tapped on the picture of a good-looking guy with blond hair. She then looked at Lacey with a puppy-dogface.
“No,” she said firmly. "No, no, no,no,no."
“Come on. You can see how bad this is going to be if I don't turn things around. Besides, I think Pax would be a good fitforyou.”
Lacey lifted abrow. “Pax?”
“One date.” She put her hands together. “Pretty please with a cherryontop?”
“Fine. But only because he's pretty tolookat.”
Morgan spentthe next couple of hours putting together more dates than the previous four weeks combined. She put couples together and wrote personalized letters to each person including a little information about the person they would be dating, the locale, and all the plans for their date. And, as always, included a small picture of theirmatch.
She put all the envelopes in her monogrammed bag and got up to deliver them. Lacey's voice stopped her as she was turning the knob. “You're not bringing those to everyone right now,areyou?”
“Whywouldn'tI?”
“Um, I don't know.” She lifted her hand and began counting the reason off on fingers. “Because the article just posted, you've been working on this for several hours and could use a break before you go cross-eyed, and because it's almost time fordinner.”
Morgan smiled. “All good reasons why I need to do this now. I want to catch customers before they've seen Declan's smear campaign, I refuse to stop until I'm finished, and I plan to eat dinner as a reward for a jobwelldone.”
Lacey waved her hand dismissively, and Morgan went to work delivering all the dates. There were a couple of people who were reluctant, but with a little finesse, eventually came around. She ran all over campus, and to some nearby apartments until there was only one last date inherbag.
It belonged toLacey.
Morgan: Whereareyou?
Lacey: Just finished dinner. WHEREAREYOU???
Morgan: Just finished passing out all the dates. Exceptyours.
Morgan: I'mSTARVING!
Lacey: I smuggled a sandwich from thecafeteria.
Morgan: Iloveyou!
