She shakes her head at me, her eyebrows drawn together. “Are you okay?”
I force a smile to my face. “Yes, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
Rattled out of my mind, I struggle to focus and only get half the groceries I came for.
It’s only the beginning, and God knows what lies they’ll continue to spew about me and Easton.
Chapter 24
Easton
Not long after Nova and Lainey left, I got a text from Sylvia saying she’s coming over.
After taking a quick shower, I head to the office to grab the scripts I looked through. Just as I reach the kitchen and place the stack of scripts down on the island, Sylvia rushes into the house. “Easton!”
“Kitchen,” I mutter, turning to look at her.
When she sees the stack of papers, she waves her hand. “Don’t bother with those. I have good news.”
I lift an eyebrow at her. “Yeah?”
“Robert fired Tim!” She lets out a bark of laughter. “He sent him packing when he heard you refuse to work with Tim.”
A smile curves my lips, and I’m not going to lie, it feels good knowing justice has been served to the bastard.
“That is good news,” I chuckle.
“Robert refuses to lose you. He said they’ll shoot all the scenes in New Zealand while you take personal time. Then, once they’re back at the studios, they can shoot your scenes.”
I cross my arms over my chest, my smile growing wider because Robert is a brilliant producer, and I love working with him. “That will be so much better for me.”
“Right!” she screeches. “You can still complete the film and be close to Lainey. I don’t know who the new director will be, but at least we’re rid of Tim.”
“While you’re here ...” I smile as I shove one of the scripts across the marble top. “This one sounds good.”
She blinks at me for a moment. “Are you pulling my leg?”
I shake my head. “I like working with Steven.”
For a moment, it looks like Sylvia’s going to burst into tears, but then she closes the distance between us and gives me a hug. “Thank you! God, thank you.” She pulls away. “I was so worried about your career.”
“I figured the sooner I get back to work, the better.” Shrugging, I glance around the living room. “Doing nothing will drive me crazy.”
She grins from ear to ear. “Today is a day that just keeps giving.” She glances around. “Where are Lainey and Nova?”
“Out shopping.” I point at a stool so she’ll sit down. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’ll help myself,” she replies. Walking to the fridge, she opens it and grabs a can of soda. After she takes a seat, she sighs. “Heads up. The press is printing all kinds of shit.”
“What kind of shit?” I ask.
Sylvia shakes her head. “The kind you don’t want to know about.”
“Fuck. I hope Nova and Lainey don’t see any of it while they’re out.”
“You need to prepare them, Easton. You know how brutal the paparazzi can get.”
Trust me, I know.
