Page 77 of A Very Snowed In New Year
DAD:Hey, sweet pea. Just checking in. Happy new year.
ME:HNY Daddy! All is well. The power went out for a while last night, but it’s back on now. Stopped snowing and the roads will be cleared tonight. We’ll be driving home in the morning. Love you!
LAINEY:Hi. Please tell me that the snowstorm was not the only thing you got slammed by last night.
ME:A lady never tells.
SHAY:HNY, Piper!
SHAY:Hope you had an AMAZING time at my cabin with my BF.
SHAY:I will not be paying you for your “work” yesterday. Feel free to sue me if you have a problem with that.
SHAY:You better return all my stuff to Lainey. In perfect condition. I will invoice you for any and all damages.
SHAY:Also, you’re FIRED.
SHAY:And if you tell anyone, ESPECIALLY Holden, about our arrangement re: Backroom I will end you.
SHAY:Oh, also, I won’t be producing your little script.
SHAY:But I will be telling everyone how embarrassingly awful it is.
SHAY:And so, her Hollywood career was over before it began. Sad trombone.
SHAY:And no, I will not be writing you a reference letter.
SHAY:
“What? What’s wrong?” Holden puts his hands on my shoulder.
I lower my phone and look up at him.
He cups my face. “Are you gonna cry? What happened?”
“It’s Shay.”
“What did she say? Did she fire you?”
I sigh. “Yeah, but that’s not a big deal.”
“Can I see what she wrote?”
I show him the texts. “I’ve just never gotten texts like that from someone before—that’s all.”
“What a twat. Sorry—that’s what my mum would call her. What’s this about your script?”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s have breakfast.”
“Yeah, let’s have breakfast. But also tell me about this script of yours that Shay Nicholls was going to produce.”
“Did you bring back eggnog from the restaurant? Because I’m pretty sure you’d rather drink that than read it.”
“It’s a romantic comedy?”
“Of course!”
“Well, if you wrote it, then I want to read it. Do you have it on your phone? I’ll read it right now.”
