Lipstick & Zombies (Deadly Divas Book 1) by Faith McKay Read Free Book Online

got some questions. First of all—"
"I'm really just here to introduce myself," Willa said, still not having looked away from her phone. "The secretary will be here momentarily to show you to your new living quarters, and your assistant will be here this afternoon to get you set with your schedules. We'll be meeting again soon." Willa backed out the door.
    "Hold it right there, honey," Gerri hollered. "I've got some questions. First of all, what is your job exactly? And if it's to manage a band, why haven't you, or anyone else, wanted to hear us sing? And where were you during the audition process?"
"Behind the cameras," Willa said. "I really don't have the time to just sit around and watch girls who aren't worth my time. And I manage your career, darling."
"And you don't need to hear us sing? Did any of the rest of you all sing?"
    "You auditioned," Willa said.
    "Never sang."
    "Singing is secondary, or fifthiary."
    Sadie rose from her chair and put a hand on her hip. It was quickly becoming the Deadly Divas thing to do. "For a band?" she questioned.
    "Yes," Willa said. "And as I mentioned, I am a busy woman. Busy managing your careers. You'll be taken care of."
    Gerri continued to holler, and Dee backed her up—the girl in the corner even made a few sounds—but Willa was gone, without ever having looked at them.
    "Anyone still up for those drinks?" Gerri asked. "Have I mentioned the cuteness that was this bartender?"

 
    FENNEC NEWS
     
    “Has anyone gotten a look at these girls?”
    “Does it matter, Tracy? Really?”
    “I just think that, and hear me out here, maybe we should get a look at them before we jump to conclusions.”
    “Tracy, Tracy, Tracy. They're teen girls. What do you think you're going to see that's going to persuade you?”
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    CARRIE
     
    It was looking more and more like Sadie was going to give in, and then what would Carrie do? Follow along? Stay with the survivalist? Assuming she didn't go with; who knew what to expect from a survivalist that signed up to be a pop singer. The secretary rushed in shortly after, thankfully stopping Gerri from sneaking them out.
    They were rushed down the hall, swooped up an elevator, and taken to a suite of rooms that took up one of the top floors. She'd heard that in the before, these buildings used to be hotels, places where people stayed for a brief period of time on something they called vacation. People used to travel the world over, seeing different places and people and ways of life. It was strange to think that there had ever been anything beyond Fort Atlas. She wondered how big the world had really been. Even if people weren't there, the land still existed, she guessed. The idea that there was anything out beyond the wall felt about as real as the idea that people used to travel to the moon in ships, or die just the once and their bodies stayed that way. They told it as truth, but how was anyone supposed to know that? Adults always lied to kids, and it made more sense, instinctively, that the world was always this way. Sometimes she wondered if it was just too painful to believe it, because when she tried, it was like something was being taken from her. She'd never go beyond the wall, except to kill zombies if she got drafted, which she wouldn't now that she was in the band. That was a good thing. Not having to go beyond the wall. So why, even at the idea of not having to be drafted, did the idea of never seeing beyond the wall feel like a punch to the gut?
    Her chakras were all out of whack.
    The rooms were beautiful. They each had their own bedroom off of the main room, which included a kitchen and a sitting area and a view out over the city that beat the view from her roof any day. She'd asked about access to the roof before the secretary had abandoned them, but the woman had just looked at her suspiciously and walked out the door, like she'd asked for a weapon or something.
    "There are no clothes," Dee said,