Page 36 of Nothing to No One

Huh?

“We should catch up with the others.”

Though theMaking of…crew were generous in their tour, too many eyes stalked her. She couldn’t stand it. How could anyone stand it? Okay, so these people were just getting to know Roman. Maybe. She’d hit the headlines at exactly the point hisUndercover Opscolleagues were most curious.

But shit, did people actually covet this kind of attention?

At the craft table, where crew and cast, lowly cast, socialized, they stalled.

Inside the soundstage everything moving and static had a place. Had a purpose. Needed to be there to bring the vision of—

“Bambi?” The man smiling at her made a point of blocking her from the others. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

Why? Because he believed her to be nailing the star of the show? Quite an honor.

“Are you Teddy or Freddy?”

“Tommy.”

“Right. Sorry.” And uh… “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is he like they say? That passionate?”

“You haven’t met?”

Damn, was that another of her stupid questions?

“No, not yet, he stays on the back lot. The back, back lot. We don’t have much time here, though I do hope we’ll get some sound bites before we head out on location.”

On location? She clamped her jaw tight. Location? Sure, they were going on location, she knew that. Just what location would that be?

Ah, ha, maybe she’d get a reprieve. She could stay behind while her boyfriend—wait, no. Damnit. She couldn’t stay behind if Brooker were sticking with the production of these Making guys.

“A lot of fun to be had,” she said on an awkward laugh.

What the hell did that mean? Maybe they should’ve told everyone she didn’t speak the language. Would be easier on all of them.

THIRTEEN

“BAMBI!”

God, she was popular. At least Mieux’s voice was familiar. And welcome, she needed the interruption.

Tommy stepped aside to let her colleague—not calling her an assistant—and another guy get close.

“Randall Fichman,” the new guy said, offering a hand. “Randy.”

“Randy is the showrunner. This is his ship, bow to stern.”

“Keel to crow’s nest, only while things are running smooth. If things go the other way, it’s some other guy’s fault.” Mieux joined in the fake laugh, saving her the trouble. Hopefully her smile sold her camaraderie. “Tick…” Randy gestured yet another new face over. Younger than the others, confident, though the exterior wasn’t faultless. Finally someone who felt her pain. “Show Bambi round back. Put her in Roman’s trailer.”

“Oh no, I shouldn’t—”

“He’ll want to see you, and we’ve got time. Take the chance now ‘cause when things get underway, it could be a while ‘til we take a break.”

Randy walked off, Tommy darted after him, clamoring to get his airtime.

“Want me to come with you?”

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