Page 73 of Coup De Grâce
“But…none of the guys are here.”
Her smile dropped instantly. “Right. That’s…”
“A bit of a problem.”
“It’ll be fine,” Harper said, shooting me a look that told me to shut the hell up. “You know Tahlia loves to blow things up. She can fill in for IRIS. And I can take FNG’s spot. Nobody can kill me either.”
“And what about our director? Who will take that on?”
“I don’t know,” Zoe said in frustration. “I don’t even have a plot for any of this! There’s no script or anything, but that’s what the studio loves from us. We’ll just have to make it work!”
She was on the verge of a panic attack, and as much as I didn’t think this would work, I just couldn’t let her feel like this was going to fail. We’d make it work no matter what.
“Alright, when is he coming in?”
Zoe took a deep breath and calmed the fuck down. “He’s flying in now. I would say we have a few hours.”
“Alright. A few hours, we can work with that. We just need to think like the guys.”
Harper snorted. “So, basically, make a plan and then disregard it all and do whatever the hell we want.”
“Exactly,” I nodded. “I’ll gather everyone. You work out a quick script, just something for us to fly by the seat of our pants with. Harper, grab Tahlia and start working up some explosives. Nothing too dangerous. We need them controlled.”
She spun to leave, but I grabbed her by the arm, stopping her from running away. “And remember you’re pregnant.”
“Of course,” she grinned, but as she waddled away, I knew she wasn’t going to listen to a damn thing I said.
“Alright. We have several hours. Let’s get to work.”
I tookthe elevator to the first floor as the ringer buzzed incessantly. They had arrived, and against my better judgment, I had agreed to be part of it. Filming would take place outside like always, but that wasn’t what worried me. It was the storm clouds rolling in that would inevitably delay filming.
And that meant I would have to be around people longer than I really wanted.
I shoved the door open, allowing our guests to come inside out of the wind. If the storm really kicked up, we might not even get to film today.
“This would be great for filming!” one of the men said, taking off his hat. “Harry.”
“Quinn,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Where’s Zoe?”
“Oh, she’s just getting ready.”
“In the back?” He strode through the building without asking for permission, stopping in front of the elevator. “What’s this? There’s only one level here.”
“Oh, that’s nothing. It’s really for decoration,” I lied.
He eyed me curiously, a hint of excitement on his face. “An elevator used for decoration? That doesn’t sound very likely.”
“Well—”
I was interrupted by the shattering of glass at the front of the building. That was most definitely not normal, and I wasn’t sticking around to find out why or who was out there breaking our glass.
I slammed my thumb on the button, immediately using the scanner to get me access inside. “Get in!” I shouted, shoving them in just as bullets flew across the room. I dove inside, slamming my finger on level three, getting us the hell out of there.
“Are you filming this?” Harry shouted, laughing hysterically. “This is perfect!”
“This isn’t part of the film!” I shouted as the elevator descended quickly. As soon as the doors opened, I burst into the lower level, panicking at the craziness happening just a few levels above us. I rushed to the IT room, ready to tell Rae what happened, but she was already running out the door, slinging a rifle over her shoulder.
