Silverstone - Race Day
A distant knocking hasme groaning. I blink a couple of times, laid on my front, lifting my head and listening. Nothing. Must have been dreaming.
Nestling back into the pillow, I hear the knocking noise again. Sighing, I grab my phone to look at the time but the screen is black.
“Oh fuck.” Panic runs through me as I rush for the door, checking through the peep hole I see an agitated Nora.
Unlocking the door, I give her the widest grin. Her eyes are ferocious as she steps towards me, causing me to jump back.
“The fuck?” she hisses, slamming the door behind me.
“What?!” I hold both my palms up.
“Don’t give me that. You should have been in briefing half an hour ago.”
My face falters.
“But of course, I covered for you…again.”
Relief swarms over me, my shoulders sagging.
“Get dressed.” Her eyes trail down before they’re back on me. I’m still wearing my clothes from last night. “And have a shower.” She moves closer and sniffs. “You stink.”
Puffing my cheeks out, she turns on her heel and walks into the kitchen. “Have you heard from her?” I call out as I slowly tiptoe over to my room.
“Not talking about it, Royce,” she shouts back and I roll my eyes.
“I just want to make sure she’s okay.” I peek my head around the door frame and wait for her to answer.
She comes into view, eyes narrowed on me, her lips pursed. “What do you think, Royce? You were an asshole.” I wince when she throws the teaspoon into the sink. “Her agent has pulled the deal anyway. It’s off.”
My eyes widen, panic clawing at my throat as I go to move to where she is filling a to-go cup with coffee.
“Get in that room and get dressed, Royce Lexington.” She points her bony finger towards my bedroom.
I ignore her, padding towards her. “What do you mean she’s pulled the deal?” My voice cracks.
“Just that. After your little show,once again,” she mutters under her breath, “her agent didn’t want her to have any more to do with us. So, not only have you messed it up for her, but you’ve also messed it up for us, too.” Her facial expression is sharp; hand curled on her hips. “She’s also lost her book deal.”
The colour drains from my face. “No, no, no.” I shake my head.
“Fortunately for you, that’s nothing to do with you.”
“I don’t give a shit if it’s about me or not.” I pull back, brows dug deeply into my forehead. “I care abouther.”
“Could have fooled me,” Nora says nonchalant.
I know this is just her acting out because I pissed her off yesterday. Honestly, she’s such a knob.
“Nora,” I snap.
Her icy stare slowly fades into softness. “Her agent didn’t think it was good enough.”
My stomach falls.
“Apparently, they had a publisher interested at the start. The agent wanted her to take it down another route and well…”
“Fuck.”
