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“What issue? Oh, you mean having the team on the set for filming? Yeah, yeah, Michael was okay with it. Said in case there are any last-minute changes it makes sense to have the costume design team there since the designs play such a heavy role in the film’s visuals.”
“And what about Ivy?”
“Who?”
An immediate scowl makes its way across my expression even though he can’t see me.
“That’s right, the assistant. Yeah, she’ll be there. I’ve gotten confirmation from the team.”
“Good.”
Tasks like this aren’t Stan’s normal role when it comes to my career. However, Michael was busy with script workarounds and I wanted to make sure I had someone competent ensuring that Ivy not only kept her job, but would also be on set throughout filming.
I’ll be damned if that fitting is the last time I get to see her.
“We’re not done with this discussion about Amber. You two are magic on screen together.”
“We were done with the conversation before it ever began. Unless she and I are starring opposite one another, there’s no need to set up bogus run-ins like this stunt you two tried today. I have to go,” I tell him before disconnecting the call.
Stan has been amazing for my career, and while I respect his professional opinions, I have my limits.
I’ve never enjoyed having my private life broadcasted for the public to see or know about. Does it help in this business to have the public interested in my private life? Unfortunately, yes, it does.
However, that’s one line I’ve managed to draw from the start of my career when I was just fifteen years old. I even took on a new last name, publicly, to put distance between my public profile and my real life.
That’s not changing anytime soon.
The moment I press the button to start the engine of my Mercedes, my phone rings. A smile crests my lips when I see the name on the screen.
I answer using the hands-free connection between my phone and my car’s speaker. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, baby,” my mother’s warm voice pushes through the line. “I just got home from the library and was thinking about you. Are you busy?”
“I’m driving home and will be picked up in an hour for my flight for work, but never too busy to talk to my favorite lady.”
She chuckles. “How many women have you used that line on today?”
“I think you’re number three, but don’t fret, I really mean it with you.”
“Such a charmer.”
“That’s what they say.”
I turn onto the road that leads onto the main highway to take me home. I have at least thirty minutes, and I can’t think of a better way to kill my time driving than talking to my mom.
Despite my words, Patience Townsend truly is one of my favorite people on the planet. My father comes in at a close second, but I let him think he’s tied with my mom.
My parents and the rest of my family are the reason I go by Knight instead of Townsend. To protect their privacy given the public nature of my career.
Somehow as I talk to my mom, my mind wanders to Ivy. Does she know my real last name? Most people don’t. Our family’s security goes through extra lengths to ensure my privacy.
I’m not a Knight. I’m a Townsend, and suddenly, I want Ivy to know that about me.
CHAPTER 7
Ivy
I’m sweaty as I pass through the doors of the studio set where the movieLate Nightsbegins filming today.
