You glance around the velvet-rope entrance of the swanky rooftop lounge, heart thumping. Molly is bouncing on the balls of her feet next to you, glancing over the list of names on her phone like it’s the ultimate cheat sheet.

“Okay,” she whispers, eyes sparkling, “so here’s the plan. You’re my manager. That’s your job. Look serious, look busy, look like you own me… and I’ll handle the charm.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Your manager? Molly… you do know I have zero experience in this… right?”

“Exactly!” she whispers conspiratorially. “No one will suspect the fake manager who looks completely… flustered!”

The doorman eyes you suspiciously. You straighten your shoulders, trying to radiate authority, while Molly leans close.

“I’m Molly Gunn, and this is my manager,” she says confidently, tugging you forward. “We’re on the list.”

You clear your throat, trying to sound professional: “Yes. I oversee… Molly’s social engagements.”

The doorman blinks. “Uh… okay. Enjoy your evening.”

Molly lets out a triumphant squeal and grabs your arm. “See?! Told ya! Manager powers!”

Inside, the lounge is a sea of glittering cocktails, stylish outfits, and people who look like they belong in a fashion magazine. Molly skips ahead of you, weaving through the crowd, charming everyone in sight.

“Keep an eye on me,” she whispers, “and keep me out of trouble… ish.”

You try. Really, you do. But Molly’s idea of subtle is waving at the DJ and requesting the cheesiest song from the ’80s, while simultaneously talking to a model about her imaginary charity.

“Uh… Molly…” you murmur, as she climbs onto a barstool to demonstrate her dance moves. “Maybe… stay on the floor?”

She gives you a wink. “Manager, sometimes you gotta let your talent shine!”

By the end of the night, Molly has won over half the VIP guests, gotten a free dessert buffet, and convinced the bartender to invent a signature cocktail in her honor. You’re exhausted but secretly impressed.

As you leave, she loops her arm through yours. “Thanks for being my manager tonight. You were amazing at… looking professional.”

You laugh. “Next time, remind me to bring armor.”

Molly beams. “Nope. That’s the fun part. Chaos is mandatory.”