Page 10 of Lucky In Love

“That was your star model. The lass that filmed for you was an imposter.” Rage fills my vision.

“That’s not possible,” I mutter as I turn for the dressing rooms.

“I’m telling you that the casting agency confirmed that our model was on route but late due to her driver being late. She got here as the commercial was being filmed, livid she was replaced.” I knock on the door and enter when invited, but it’s just my staff.

“Where’s the redhead?” I shout over the talking but everyone shrugs.

SHIT!

“Who the fuck was she?”

Chapter Two

Jade

“Thank you,” I say, leaning over to tip my cabbie since my big brother forgot to pick me up.

Well, to arrange a driver since Ciarán would never fetch me himself.

I’m not even sure he would recognize me, to be honest. It’s been years since he’s seen me in person. I sigh as I pull my suitcase behind me. I’m tired from the long flight and would love nothing but to rest to work off the jet lag.

“Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Kilroy,” I say approaching the reception desk.

“Do you have an appointment?” I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“Does his sister need one?” She huffs out an apology and picks up a phone.

“Ms. Jade?” I turn around and see a man dressed in a suit and bowtie coming towards me.

“Jeffrey?” He nods, and I smile, knowing this is my brother’s assistant.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” I shake his hand and he reachs for my suitcase.

“You’re a day early.” I frown.

“No,” I shake my head and he nods.

“Your itinerary said you were arriving Saturday evening.” Oh no.

Here I was bad-mouthing my brother, and it was my fuck up.

“Fucking time zones.” Jeffrey smothers a laugh.

“No worries. However, we are in the middle of a small crisis, and I’m not sure Mr. Kilroy can step away.” I get it’s my fault, but I just want to go home and rest.

“Listen, just tell him I’m here, and if he’s too busy, I’ll get a cab home.” His eyes bug out as he shakes his head vigorously.

“Wait here, and I’ll inform him.” I sigh but stay where I’m told.

I lean up against the wall, and by the time my head falls twice due to fatigue, I decide I’m done.

“Fuck this,” I slam my palm on the door and walk into complete and total mayhem.

The studio is dark, and yelling fills the air around me. I glance over the crowd and finally see Ciarán standing, looking my way. I smile and start to raise my hand in a wave when he stomps over to me.

“You’re fucking late!” He yells at me, and the smile on my face falls.

Before I can say what the fuck his problem is, he’s got a death grip on my arm and is basically dragging me across the studio to a door-marked dressing room. He flings it open and pushes me inside.

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