“Lawyers?” I squeaked.
Sebastian reached over and squeezed my hand. Dante’s eyes flickered to them, and he smiled.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. You’re not in trouble. Let’s go. I’ll have my assistant drive you over.”
We hopped into a golf cart with a guy named Darryl. He made small talk as he drove us away from set and the trailers, but I was too deep in my own head to join in.
What could they need a lawyer for?
He stopped in front of an unlabeled building and opened the door for us. We went in and found a handful of people at a midsize table, stacks of papers in front of them. Kate, the intimacy coordinator, was there, along with Antoinette and others I didn’t recognize.
“Antoinette?” I went to my agent and sat down across from her. I noticed then that the only seats left were across from the others. Sebastian sat beside me, and we shared a curious look.
“They called me last night. Didn’t you get my text?” she asked.
“I... No.” I’d left my phone at home—while we dropped Glenn off in the desert to be eaten by predators.
“You look like shit,” a man said to Sebastian. “Where did you sleep last night? J-Tree?”
J-Tree.
Joshua Tree National Park.
I forced myself not to react, despite my racing heart.
Sebastian snickered. “Bold of you to assume I slept. You got a Red Bull?”
The man rolled his eyes and stood, going to a mini fridge, pulling out two blue cans. He offered one to both of us. I took mine hesitantly, glancing over at Sebastian—and it was like we shared the same thought.
Thank Anthony C. Hopkins the cans were still sealed.
“So, why are we here?” Sebastian popped the tab and took a long drink.
“Yes, well, hello, Mr. Shaw, Ms. Reyes.” An Asian woman with a short pixie cut and a teal blazer stood and offered her hand to shake. “I am Stacey from Pepper-Walsh PR. We handle all the studio’s press releases and marketing. My team and I have been working for a while onSimon Says Six—”
“Six Six,” Sebastian interrupted.
She paused for a moment, her forehead lines creased, then with a quick eye roll, she continued. “Six Six. We think with the right marketing, this movie could be the next big thing. A pivotal moment in your careers. This could skyrocket you both to fame.” She was really selling it—wide eyes, large smile, extended arms.
“What more do you want us to do?” Sebastian leaned back in his seat, pulling his arms up behind his head, and yawned. “I’m already showing off my circumcision scar.”
She blushed then cleared her throat. “Yes, exactly.” She pointed at Sebastian then went to the front of the room, where a TV was mounted on the wall. Another member of her team turned it on with a remote, and Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga appeared on screen. Stacey nodded, and a new slide appeared. Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron. Then Elizabeth Taylor and a man I didn’t recognize.
“These are famous showmances.”
“Showmances?” I raised an eyebrow.
The next slide was Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart.
Oh.
“We are going to leak rumors of your full-frontal reveal to the media. That is going to get people talking—and selling tickets. But to really sell that this is going to be the hottest movie of the year, hotter thanStep-Devil.” She paused, staring at Sebastian. “We need to ramp this up. We need a showmance.”
Sebastian looked at me, then back at her. “What are you proposing exactly?”
“A fake relationship—for the cameras. Evie, we want you to use your channel,The Body Count Bimbo,to post behind-the-scenes content.”
My channel showed on the TV.
