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“If you’re ready, we’ll go find Stew.”

She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Let’s get this over with.”

Griffin grabbed her hand and held on tight as they went to find the director.

17

It took a lot to get Stewart Abrams riled up, but his face turned scarlet as he listened to Penelope relay the incident in her dressing room.

“That son of a bitch. He won’t work in this industry again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry. You should be able to feel safe with your own fucking team. I’ll take care of this immediately. We’ll postpone filming your scenes until Monday. Take the weekend to relax and put this behind you.”

“Stewart, thank you for believing me without question.”

“Anyone with a brain could figure that out. Don’t let it get to you, kid.”

“I’ll try not to.”

He looked at Griffin. “Can you take her home?”

“Absolutely.”

He clapped Griffin on the back, “Thanks for convincing her to come to me immediately. It was the right call.”

“Have a good weekend and thanks for taking care of this,” Griffin said.

They left him barking into his phone at his script supervisor to get her assistant Jack and report to his office immediately.

“I like Stew,” Griffin said.

“He’s been like a father to me. This is the third film I’ve done with him.”

“Want to grab a bite to eat? If you have a hat and sunglasses we can try for incognito.”

“We could get carryout and eat back at my place.”

“Sold.”

When he opened the car door to the Audi R8 V10 Spyder, she gaped at him.

“Is this your car?”

“Yeah, do you like it?”

“It’s a two hundred thousand-dollar car!”

“A car enthusiast, huh?”

“Somewhat. It’s the car Christian Grey drove inFifty Shades.”

“I had it first,” he said grinning wolfishly, revealing perfect white teeth.

“But how?”

“How what?”

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