“I can’t exactly just sleep with any woman, Ky,” shereplied, using the nickname she sometimes called Kyla. “What am I supposed to do? Ask her to fill out an NDA just to go on a date with me, and if we sleep together, add a clause?”
“No, you’d addthatclausebeforeyou sleep with them. You’ve read more than enough contracts to know that.”
“You’re hilarious,” Samara said sarcastically. “Anyway, no, I haven’t been with a woman. But I’m hoping this movie helps me with that,” she added softly so as not to be overheard accidentally.
“Well, if you want to sleep with Vanessa, that might be a good idea. She’s been out for a while now. Plus, she’s hot.”
“I’m not sleeping with my co-star,” Samara whispered. “Now, I’ve got to get to the office that they’ve probably got set up at a picnic table or something, because they said they needed to talk to me before final fittings and makeup tests. God, I’m starving. Where is my breakfast?”
“You didn’t order any. You have lunch coming, though.”
“Order any? What are you talking about? They have all my specifications. I thought there would be a plate outside my door this morning when I woke up.”
“They requested that you let them know what time you wanted it. I told you that. You said you’d let me know when you got here, but you didn’t. I forgot to remind you because I’m seven months pregnant with twins and trying to keep my eyes open long enough to even have this conversation, and my difficult-as-fuck boss was so focused on her room, she didn’t mention it.”
“Fine. Order me a smoothie, then. The usual. And have it sent to wherever the office is. Therewillbe a car today, at least, right? I don’t have to order one myself?”
“Yes, today and every day after, you’ll have access to a town car.”
“At least, there’s that. Can you please have them adjust the AC fifteen minutes before they pull up to the hotel? I’d like it to be at seventy degreeswhenI get in the car, not cooling off until we arrive on set.”
“Yes, I can do that. First, I’ll call the EP about the hotel.Then, I’ll place the smoothie order. After that, I’ll call the car people, but it won’t be seventy when you get into this one because it’s probably already outside, waiting.”
“Fine,” she replied. “Make sure they change the card on file, too. I don’t expect to need anything, but I’m not paying for my own incidentals should they actually have something in that little shop I want.”
“Adding that to my list as we speak.”
“Are you, really?”
“No. I don’t have a pen, my laptop is charging because it died on me, and the phone I’m using to talk to you is currently resting on my giant-ass baby bump, which the doctor said looks more like I’m eight months along. She laughed as she told me that. She thought that was funny. I did not.”
Samara, seeing that the coast was finally clear, walked through the lobby and quickly headed out to where she saw the waiting town car and a driver standing outside by the back door.
“Good; the car’s here. I’ll talk to you soon. Will lunch–”
“Be delivered wherever you are at noon,” Kyla finished.
“Thank you,” Samara said. “Have the smoothie arrive as soon as possible, please, and add a shot of wheatgrass, but make sure they can keep both of those things cold.”
“I know the drill, boss,” Kyla replied.
Then, they hung up, and Samara approached the man by the town car.
“Who are you here for?” she asked him.
“You, Ma’am,” he replied with a slight stutter. “I mean, Miss Samara Barber.”
“And where are we going?”
“To the production office,” he said, looking a little nervous, which was common these days.
“You should know that I’ll be tracking our drive, and my assistant has all the information, should anything happen to me.”
“Sorry?”
“As a safety precaution. Can we go, please?”
“Oh, sure,” he said and pulled open the door for her.
