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“I’m Scott Trevor. I hear you’re my number one fan. Good to meet you.”
    I stuck out my hand, and he grabbed it firmly in both of his. As we shook, I could feel Vijay going in for the close-up. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t hard to pretend to be a nervous fan around Scott. He was pretty awe-inspiring.
    â€œUh, yeah! That’s me. Your fan. I mean—it’s great to meet you, Scott. Sir. Mr. Trevor.”
    Scott laughed. “Call me Scott,” he said. “So I hear you’re a swimmer too?”
    â€œYeah,” I said. “A little.”
    The conversation halted. Neither of us knew quite what to say. Luckily, Alex stepped in.
    â€œScott, what sort of advice would you have for Frank, as an aspiring swimmer, and all your other fans out there?”
    I stepped aside as Scott began to talk into the microphone about the importance of daily training and really “going for it.” I didn’t pay a lot of attention. It was clear that I had served my purpose for the documentary, and my job now was to stand here and smile. Occasionally, Alex would direct a comment my way, like “Isn’t that interesting?” I would nod and smile, and he would turn back to Scott so they could discuss their shared experience of being Olympic gold medal swimmers. Joe and Vijay took turns making faces at me when no one was looking, and I tried not to burst out laughing.
    At one point, I could feel Scott getting a little tense. I tuned back in to the conversation.
    â€œNow, up until recently, you were romantically linked to your former manager, Elisa von Meter,” said Alex. “But there were some people who maintained that you and Lexi were always together, and that Ms. von Meter was a red herring. Would you care to comment on that?”
    â€œNo,” said Scott firmly. Watching the interview, I could see the angry look on Lexi’s manager’s face. Yup, no doubt about it—that was her dad.
    â€œWell,” Alex started again, “how long have you and Lexi been together?”
    Lee Singh stepped between Scott and the camera.
    â€œI’m so sorry,” he said. “But we’re running a little behind schedule, and I’m afraid Scott has to do his warm down and eat. He’s on a strict schedule these days. I’m sure you understand the pressures of being an Olympian, right, Alex?”
    Alex didn’t look pleased, but he knew how to take a hint. He put down the mic and gestured to Vijay to stop filming. While they began to pack up their gear, I asked Scott if I could use the restroom.
    â€œOh, yeah, sure. You could just go in the locker room, but it’s a little gross in there. So take the third door over there, go through the long hallway, up the stairs to the next floor, and it’s the fourth door on the left off the living room.”
    This was what I’d been hoping for. Aside from meeting Scott officially, my other job this afternoon was to help hide a series of video cameras around his house. Vijay would be monitoring the cameras from the Communications HQ he had established off-site, so if anything went down, we’d know about it.
    It was also a great chance to check out the rest of Scott’s house. Unlike the training facility, which was full of equipment and people, the house was quiet and empty. Not empty like he hadn’t moved in, but empty like he wanted it that way. Everything was white, from the walls to the carpet to the furniture. In the hallway,there was a giant white vase filled with white flowers. The staircase was a spiral staircase, all white, made out of iron, and it seemed to go all the way up to the top of the house. Sun streamed down from a skylight somewhere far above.
    The place was insanely neat. Everything was in its place and there was no dirt anywhere. But it couldn’t have been too hard to keep it that way—there was nothing to get out of place. He didn’t