"It's not the first time you've felt like someone was watching you," Sophie said, setting aside all pretense of joking. Her voice carried the concern of a true friend.
"I honestly can't imagine why anyone would bother. It's not like I'm front-page news anymore."
James rolled his eyes and shook his head with fond exasperation. "You still have a devoted fan following, whether you acknowledge it or not. That teen show you were on has found a whole new generation of viewers and fans through streaming."
"Speaking of fans," Carlos said, leaning closer to his screen, his brows knitted. "You look more nervous than usual today. What's really going on?"
Willow hesitated, then sighed. "I've been getting these little packages of silk roses for the past few months. They're supposedly from a fan, but they come from different delivery companies each time, and I can't figure out who's actually sending them. The last one was left right on my front porch… not by a delivery service or the mail.”
"You have your address private, so that shouldn’t happen," Sophie said immediately. "Legitimate fan mail goes through official channels."
"Yes, and there have been a few hang-up calls over the past couple of weeks," Willow continued reluctantly. "Someone calls, stays silent for a few seconds, then disconnects. It's probably nothing, but combined with feeling like someone's been watching me..."
"Could be paparazzi," Carlos suggested. "You know how they like to check on former stars, especially when there's renewed interest in old shows."
"Don't forget about that blogger who seems obsessed with keeping tabs on former child stars," James added. "What was his name? Kellerman?"
"I know, I know." Willow sighed heavily. Other incidents had been happening lately. Individually, they seemed insignificant, but collectively, they were forming a troubling pattern. She couldn’t say she was being harassed, but she hated the feeling of someone encroaching on her private life.
But she didn't want to worry her friends with what might just be paranoid suspicions. "I'm probably just being overly nervous about nothing." Determined to shift the conversation away from her concerns, she asked Sophie detailed questions about the play, and soon, they were all animatedly discussing the off-Broadway production that appeared to be heading toward a national tour.
"We should all coordinate and get tickets to see the same performance in the same city," Willow suggested, genuinely excited about the possibility of seeing her friends again in person. “And Carlos, I’ll be in LA sometime soon. We’ll get together for coffee when I’m there.”
After Sophie promised to share the tour dates as soon as they were finalized, and Carlos eagerly agreed to meet, they said their warm goodbyes, and Willow closed her laptop.
Glancing out the window again, she sighed with mounting frustration. She'd dealt with an overly aggressive paparazzi photographer in the past who had finally agreed to respect her privacy, and she wondered if Trevor Ashworth was going back on his promise.It's not like I'm in the spotlight anymore, she thought irritably.Surely, he has more current celebrities to focus on!
She walked into the kitchen, quickly preparing a sandwich and grabbing a small bag of chips. She sat at her dining room table, her gaze wandering lovingly over the space she'd created. Nebraska had represented more than just a geographic change. It was a chance to escape to a place where she had genuine privacy, neighbors who didn't care about her past, and the peace that fed her creative soul like nothing else ever had.
The house was modest but filled with charm and personal touches that made it uniquely hers. One wall of the living room featured a rustic stone fireplace with built-in bookcases on either side, filled with a diverse range of books, from classic literature to contemporary thrillers. A large television sat discreetly in the corner, with an L-shaped sectional sofa positioned for both viewing and conversation. Expansive front windows offered an unobstructed view of the rolling prairie, the same peaceful vista she enjoyed from her front porch. Down the hallway were three bedrooms, each with its own full bathroom. The smallest bedroom was used for her beloved office sanctuary.
The dining room flowed seamlessly into the kitchen, separated only by an island that provided both workspace and casual seating. For her solitary lifestyle, the layout worked perfectly. It was intimate enough to feel cozy, but spacious enough that she never felt confined.
Realizing she'd been lost in contemplation, she startled when her smart device chimed with a notification from her personal assistant. Aaliyah Johnson had been working with her for only a year, but she was proving to be an invaluable asset. Unlike her previous assistant Gloria, who had been more interested in using Willow's connections to boost her own social media presence, Aaliyah was professional, discreet, and genuinely committed to making Willow's life run smoothly.
She settled back at her laptop as the familiar chime of her communication system announced an incoming call fromAaliyah. Her assistant's face appeared on the screen, looking as polished and professional as always despite working from her home office in San Francisco.
At twenty-six, Aaliyah Johnson had been a revelation after the disaster of Willow's previous assistant. Aaliyah had previously worked as a PA for a Fortune 500 CEO, but had grown tired of what she diplomatically called "the cutthroat nature of corporate culture." When she'd interviewed with Willow via video chat a year ago, the two women had connected immediately. Aaliyah possessed the rare combination of intelligence, initiative, and genuine discretion that made her invaluable. She protected Willow's interests without any desire to exploit or capitalize on her employer's success.
"Good afternoon, Willow," Aaliyah said with her characteristic warm smile. "I sent you an email reminder about your call this afternoon with Nathan and Christopher, and I wanted to follow up to make sure everything was set."
"Thank you so much for staying on top of that," Willow replied, grateful as always for her assistant's attention to detail. "Are you able to set up the video conference?"
"Already done. I've sent the secure link to both Nathan and Christopher, and the call is scheduled to begin in about fifteen minutes. That should give you time to grab some coffee if you need it."
While they waited for the call time, they efficiently reviewed the rest of the week's commitments. Willow was particularly thankful to see how sparse her calendar looked over the next few days. She'd learned years ago that when creative inspiration struck, it was best to clear everything else away and let the muse flow uninterrupted.
At precisely the appointed time, Aaliyah patched her through to a secure video conference with Nathan Foster and Christopher Baldwin. Nathan was her film and TV agent atone of the major talent agencies, handling all her screenplay deals with enthusiasm and industry savvy that had made him invaluable. Moreover, she considered him a genuine friend after years of working together. Christopher was her entertainment lawyer, a meticulous professional who negotiated her contracts and handled any legal issues that arose with the protective instincts of a guard dog.
"Willow, you look fantastic as always," Nathan said by way of greeting. He appeared bright as the light from his Beverly Hills office filled the space behind him. "How's life in the heartland treating you?"
"Can't complain," she replied, settling back in her chair. "The peace and quiet are exactly what my creativity needs."
Christopher, ever the attorney, cut straight to business. "Nathan tells me he thinks you have another winner on your hands.”
Nathan leaned forward enthusiastically. "I've read those pages three times, and I absolutely love the direction you're taking this. I'll have no problem pitching it to Ryan when you're ready. If he's not interested, which I seriously doubt, I have a list of other producers who'll jump at the chance to work with you again."
Ryan Mitchell was a trusted producer who had championed her work for years, someone who understood her creative vision and had the industry connections to bring her projects to life.
