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his little sister. I’d even used my mother’s maiden name instead of our dad’s name so people wouldn’t even know we were related when they saw my resume.
But, just because I didn’t want him getting me a job or helping with my rent didn’t mean I felt bad about swiping some of his food every now and again. It’s not like he would miss it, he didn’t even do his own shopping!
I weaved through the LA traffic, and took the onramp for the 405. I would never understand how people put up with this traffic. I suppose the weather made up for it. Winters in Ohio were one thing I wouldn’t miss.
My mom always said I should have been a theater major instead, but I had absolutely zero ambition to become an actor. Besides, I absolutely did not have the typical actress body, and I wasn’t funny enough to be cast as the “funny fat friend.” I was short, curvy, and damn proud of it. Besides, wasn’t a little junk in the trunk in vogue these days? Besides, who wanted to live on kale salads when they could have a nice, juicy steak instead? No, thank you. I’ll embrace my curves, and enjoy my meat, thank you very much.
I pulled up to Simon’s condo, and pressed the button on the pass he gave me for the underground parking. After finding a spot, I took the elevator to his penthouse apartment, shaking my head at how differently we lived—not that I’d ever let him know how hard up I was. I’ve refused to even let him come over to my house. He’d flip his lid, or worse—call mom.
I knocked on the door, suppressing a shiver at the thought. A few seconds later, he answered, holding a finger up, as he talked into his Bluetooth. “Uh, huh. Yeah, I know Brec, but listen…. No, I get it, I really do… uh huh….”
He rolled his eyes, and I stifled a giggle. The first thing he explained to me when I told him I also wanted to be a talent agent was that the job was ninety percent coddling the client. And Simon was great at it. He could show just the right amount of empathy, but still be a hard ass when he needed to be.
I toed out of my shoes so as not to get the carpets dirty—a major pet peeve of Simon’s—and followed the smell of pepperoni and mushrooms into the kitchen as he continued to listen to whatever crisis his client was having now.
“Brec, listen. I get that you’re pissed, and I’d be pissed too, but the agency has already sent over four of its best assistants, all of whom you’ve fired within a month. They won’t send over anyone else. We’re going to have to use a new agency, and if you need to vet them first--- yeah, I know that’ll take too much time, especially since you’re due on set next week in Hong Kong.”
I pulled plates out of the cupboard and slid two pieces of pizza onto each as I eavesdropped on his conversation, trying to mentally take notes on how he handled difficult clients.
Simon sighed, scrubbing his forehead with his hand like he always did when he was frustrated. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Brec. You’re out of options. I don’t know of anyone…” Simon paused, turning to me and cocking his head. “Actually… hold on.”
Simon had that gleam in his eyes, the one he always got when he was going to try to talk me into something he knew I wouldn’t like. Like the time in high school when he coerced me into babysitting his girlfriend’s little brother, so they could sneak out, and the little bastard squirted glue in my hair. I had to cut my long locks into a bob—and my hair took over a year to grow back.
I narrowed my eyes, apprehensive about whatever he was about to say, as he pushed a button on his Bluetooth, so whoever he was speaking with was placed on hold. “Hey, Cora. I have a proposition for you.”
I put the pizza down, bracing for whatever he was about to throw at me. “Okay….”
“How’d you like to do some temp work as a personal assistant? Just for the next month or
But, just because I didn’t want him getting me a job or helping with my rent didn’t mean I felt bad about swiping some of his food every now and again. It’s not like he would miss it, he didn’t even do his own shopping!
I weaved through the LA traffic, and took the onramp for the 405. I would never understand how people put up with this traffic. I suppose the weather made up for it. Winters in Ohio were one thing I wouldn’t miss.
My mom always said I should have been a theater major instead, but I had absolutely zero ambition to become an actor. Besides, I absolutely did not have the typical actress body, and I wasn’t funny enough to be cast as the “funny fat friend.” I was short, curvy, and damn proud of it. Besides, wasn’t a little junk in the trunk in vogue these days? Besides, who wanted to live on kale salads when they could have a nice, juicy steak instead? No, thank you. I’ll embrace my curves, and enjoy my meat, thank you very much.
I pulled up to Simon’s condo, and pressed the button on the pass he gave me for the underground parking. After finding a spot, I took the elevator to his penthouse apartment, shaking my head at how differently we lived—not that I’d ever let him know how hard up I was. I’ve refused to even let him come over to my house. He’d flip his lid, or worse—call mom.
I knocked on the door, suppressing a shiver at the thought. A few seconds later, he answered, holding a finger up, as he talked into his Bluetooth. “Uh, huh. Yeah, I know Brec, but listen…. No, I get it, I really do… uh huh….”
He rolled his eyes, and I stifled a giggle. The first thing he explained to me when I told him I also wanted to be a talent agent was that the job was ninety percent coddling the client. And Simon was great at it. He could show just the right amount of empathy, but still be a hard ass when he needed to be.
I toed out of my shoes so as not to get the carpets dirty—a major pet peeve of Simon’s—and followed the smell of pepperoni and mushrooms into the kitchen as he continued to listen to whatever crisis his client was having now.
“Brec, listen. I get that you’re pissed, and I’d be pissed too, but the agency has already sent over four of its best assistants, all of whom you’ve fired within a month. They won’t send over anyone else. We’re going to have to use a new agency, and if you need to vet them first--- yeah, I know that’ll take too much time, especially since you’re due on set next week in Hong Kong.”
I pulled plates out of the cupboard and slid two pieces of pizza onto each as I eavesdropped on his conversation, trying to mentally take notes on how he handled difficult clients.
Simon sighed, scrubbing his forehead with his hand like he always did when he was frustrated. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Brec. You’re out of options. I don’t know of anyone…” Simon paused, turning to me and cocking his head. “Actually… hold on.”
Simon had that gleam in his eyes, the one he always got when he was going to try to talk me into something he knew I wouldn’t like. Like the time in high school when he coerced me into babysitting his girlfriend’s little brother, so they could sneak out, and the little bastard squirted glue in my hair. I had to cut my long locks into a bob—and my hair took over a year to grow back.
I narrowed my eyes, apprehensive about whatever he was about to say, as he pushed a button on his Bluetooth, so whoever he was speaking with was placed on hold. “Hey, Cora. I have a proposition for you.”
I put the pizza down, bracing for whatever he was about to throw at me. “Okay….”
“How’d you like to do some temp work as a personal assistant? Just for the next month or
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