Garret glanced through the contents, occasionally raising his gaze to a sharp regard of her. It would be one of the only times she thanked God for allowing Renee to fuss over her before venturing out the door.
He slapped the folder shut and stalked to Max who continued to stand in the doorway of the inner office. He smacked the folder against his chest.
“What? Harrison, you can’t—”
“Do not test me. If she is not cast, I wash my hands of this picture.” Then he strode from the room.
All eyes focused on Max, his scowl doing nothing to lessen the throbbing of his jaw muscle or the vein on his forehead. Finally, he focused those hard silver eyes on Amy.
She gulped and only just kept herself from seeking a place to cower.
“Congratulations….” He sought her name from the contents of her portfolio, “Amy Burke. You are now this picture’s leading lady.”
Renee squealed, dashing from the office on the tail end of a list of names of people she had to tell that very moment. Amy collapsed into the nearest chair. “Wait, what?”
Max turned long enough to toss her portfolio onto his desk, resulting in a cascade of papers and a muttered curse. “Report tomorrow morning for your script and shooting details. There will also be a meeting with the Executive Producer. For now, leave your name and contact information with the receptionist on your way out.” He slammed his office door.
White-knuckled fingers were numb even after she pried them from the chair arm. An extra she could play, no sweat, but… the lead? Amy gulped, her stomach not listening to her persuasion to settle down. Being sick in the middle of the casting office would not be a very good way to introduce herself.
“Aims.” Renee scrambled back into the office, grabbing up Amy’s purse and her arm in one fluid motion. “Come on. We’ve got to celebrate!”
The sudden lurch to her feet nearly sent her stomach contents outward. Oh God…. “Easy, Renee.”
“I dropped your contact information with the receptionist and your business card.”
“I have a business card?”
“Yes, Aims, remember?”
Her head hurt, so she let it go as Renee pulled her from the office. “Of course. What was I thinking? Of course I have a business card.”
“I told you this was the one.”
“You were right and I was wrong.”
Renee shot her a glare. “Hilarious… hey, you look a little green.”
“I feel green.” Green would never look the same again. “Can we sit down for a sec?”
“Sure, sweetie. God, you… you’re not going to throw up, are you?” Renee brushed the hair from Amy’s neck as she slumped onto a cement retaining wall of a terraced garden just outside the casting office.
“Me? Throw up in public humiliation?” Amy took in a long, slow breath as she tried, again, to talk her stomach down from the rafters of her throat.
Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: TBD
Director, Producer, and English thespian Sir Garret Harrison has little patience for the politics of Hollywood. To get what he wants, he harbors no qualms with utilizing the power his name holds; especially in regard to the wooing of his leading ladies.
When he chooses an unknown for the role of heroine, he believes the conquest will be short and sweet. Amy Burke, however, shows herself as anything but a paper doll waiting for his supposed flair of style.
To Garrett’s surprise, her resistance sweetens the chase. But when she finally surrenders to his charm, will he admit to his own defeat?