Page 64 of Sixth Sin

I shift in my chair. “That’s not what I—”

“Alexandra.” He rises from his throne and strolls past the wall of windows, his hands locked behind his back. “I assume all contracts have been signed and made official.”

I nod. “This morning.”

“Excellent. Because projects under the Silverline name are of the utmost secrecy. It only takes one slip of the tongue for word to get out and then some hack studio turns out a third-rate copy six months before release, and we’re left with our dicks in our hands.”

“Of course.”

“So, you understand, per the terms of your contract, what happens in this office is never to be discussed outside of it.”

“You mean what’s said in this office.”

“Of course. My mistake.”

Sure, it is.

However, now is my chance. I need to test the waters and find out what his plans are for Dominic. He may have screwed me over once, but that doesn’t mean I want to see him ruined.

“Mr. Rosten—”

“Greg.”

“Right, Greg, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Dominic McCallum.”

He peers out over the movie studios, his jaw sawing from side to side. “What about him?”

“Well, there seemed to be animosity between you at the party on Friday.”

Chuckling, he glances back over his shoulder. “Animosity? Alexandra, the boy can’t spell animosity much less go head to head with a man such as myself.” He waves a dismissive hand. “He’s insignificant.”

“But—”

“However, there seems to be quite the opposite between you two.” Rosten takes a few measured steps toward me. “Are you fucking him?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question,” he says, his eyes darkening. “Are. You. Fucking. McCallum?”

“No!” At least not yet.

“Good, then we can proceed.” I have no idea what to say. I’m speechless. Which doesn’t matter because Rosten doesn’t seem to notice. “Silverline is producing a new film.” Returning to his desk, he pulls a bound folder from a desk drawer and drops it in my lap. “It’s already well past the casting stage and into the table reads. However, the female lead isn’t working out, so I’ve decided to recast.”

Bound Fate.

Top secret my ass. I’ve heard of these books. Violet was obsessed with them. She nearly lost her mind when rumors circulated a Hollywood studio had bought the movie rights for the entire trilogy. However, nothing was ever confirmed.

Well, until now.

“Huh.” I have no idea what else to say, so I flip to the first page, shocked at the name I see. “Holy shit, you’re replacing Greta Amherst?” The woman is a legend. Only twenty-six and already two Oscars and three Golden Globes under her belt. “Who’s replacing her?”

“You are.”

My head jerks up, the script almost tumbling off my lap. “I’m sorry?”

“Alexandra, Greta is beautiful and talented—”

“And a guaranteed box office draw.”

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