Page 42 of How to Prevent a Fumble

“There was a video of him taken that we worked hard to get removed from the news cycle, but we have decided that it was one thing too many. We have other clients that we need to be using our time and energy on.”

I nod, groaning internally. Their minds are made up.

I’m going to be tasked with finding him a new publicist, I can already tell.

“Thank you. I’ll ask him about this as soon as I’m home and get them sent over to you. Out of curiosity, are you able to receive digital copies of the forms?”

“If you’d like you can just come drop them off this week. Just please let me know when it’s done and they are in your hands. We want to ensure that this gets done in a timely manner, and that it’s taken care of so we can cut ties cleanly.”

Leo what the hell did you do?

“No worries, thank you.”

After asking the man for his contact info as well as their office address, I gather my things, anger bubbling within me.

What the hell did Leo do? How much trouble can he possibly get into, and why is it that even when he seems to be doing well, he finds some shit to stir?

Not only does it make my job five times harder, but it’s going to have a terrible effect on his career.

Huffing, I shoot a text to Zara to let her know that I’m running back to Leo’s to take care of something, and that I’ll come back to pick Elara up after.

Gathering my things, I head out, walking through the thick mid-evening air toward home.

The only thing I can think about is getting to the bottom of this. What did Leo do? What was the video? And where are the papers? On top of worrying about those things, I’m worried that it’s going to take us well into the season to possibly find Leo a new publicist, and keeping him out of trouble until then is going to be awful.

The biggest challenge of my life, honestly.

Knocking on the door, I’m already amped up and ready to let my fists fly when Leo opens it. “Leo. Warner. Why thefuckam I getting a call from your PR agency telling me they need you to sign some paperwork?” I bellow, putting my things down. When I don’t get a response, I make my way further into the place. “Are you going to answer me?”

His face comes into view, his skin pasty as the color leaves him.

I wave my phone in his face, trying to get him to snap out of it.

“Uhh,” he says sheepishly, looking to the right.

And I freeze.

Right.

Owen.

Leo’s friends.

Leo has friends over.

One of whom happens to be my brother.

My brother who looks livid.

My brother who had no idea that I was working for Leo, and definitely had no idea that I’ve been living here for the past month or so.

Fuck.

Just when I open my mouth to say something, there’s a bark from my bedroom. I close my eyes, hoping no one heard it. It would be so much easier if I could ease him into this. Tell him that I was just working for Leo, but leave out the part where I was living with him.

Admitting to living with him would mean I have to admit to the issues with my old place.

And my issues with my ex-husband.

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