Page 117 of Nanny for the SEALs

I was totally taken aback by how nice she was. “Yeah, uh, sure. Happy to help.”

“It’s almost noon,” Asher said. “Are you ready for your part? You know what to do?”

She nodded. “I’m signing autographs by the barricade. Smiling for the camera, so everyone knows I’m here on set. Then, when my bodyguard tells me we have to leave, I tell the crowd I will be giving more autographs at two.” ”

“No more than thirty seconds,” Asher said while looking at his phone. “It needs to be quick.”

Cooper put a reassuring hand on her back. “Ma’am? Let’s go.”

The trailer was nice: there was a leather sofa and flat-screen television in one area, a little kitchenette, and a table with a mirror where hair and makeup could be done. There was even what looked like a small bedroom through a door at the other end. Jonah Weiman turned on the TV, which was already playing a YouTube stream of a fan by the barricade.

“We are justfour blocksfrom the set!” the streamer announced. The camera must have been mounted on his head, because it kept swiveling left and right. It was the barricade we drove through to get inside, with fans packed three and four deep. “Who knows what Pedro is doing at this very moment? But we are so close to him! I’m fanboying so hard right now…”

“Crazies,” Weiman muttered.

Suddenly the crowd noise began to rise. The streamer pushed between two people until he was at the barricade itself, with a clear view of the set beyond.

“OHMYGOSH, you are not going to believe this! I think that’s Amirah Freaking Pratt!”

“She wasn’t supposed to be filming today!” another fan squealed. “Amirah! AMIRAH!”

Then everyone was screaming as Amirah approached in her moss-green dress, wide sunglasses, and floppy hat. Cooper walked next to her, his gaze swinging left and right to look for threats.

“Hi everyone!” Amirah said to the crowd as she began signing autographs. “It’s so nice to see you today.”

The streamer waved at her. “Amirah! This is Brent Francis, from Celebrity Streaming Online! We didn’t know you would be on set today!”

She smiled directly into the camera, her face perfectly framed. “I don’t have any scenes today, but I like to arrive early so I can meet everyone and practice my lines. And to see the wonderful fans, of course!”

“Twenty seconds,” Asher said in the trailer.

Amirah turned to the next fan, and then her face twisted in shock. Her leg slipped out from under her, and she began to fall sideways. Her green dress and blonde hair swirled as she fell into the crowd.

“What happened?” Rogan demanded. “Did anyone hear a gunshot?”

“Everything seems normal…” Brady said, peering out the trailer door.

“I knew this was a mistake!” Weiman roared. “Get her out of there!”

The streamer’s camera panned downward. Amirah had fallen over the barrier into his arms. He pushed her back up over the barrier. Amirah tossed her hair back and smiled nervously at the crowd.

“I’m so clumsy!” she said. “It’s these darn stilettos, I swear. Thank you for catching me… Brent?”

“Brent! Brent Francis!” the streamer replied.

“Thank you, Brent Francis.” She gave a little wink at the camera, and then Cooper was whispering into her ear. “I’m being told I need to return to the set, but I will be back to sign autographs at two o’clock! Hopefully I’ll see all of you then!”

The screams and cheers from the crowd rose as she turned and walked away. The streamer turned the camera around to his face. He was absolutely beaming.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I just touched the one and only Amirah Pratt!”

“You saved her life!” another fan said. “She would have, like, broken her neck if not for you!”

The streamer seized on that line of thinking. “I saved Amirah Pratt’s life! And seven thousand fans watched it live!”

“He’s more of a drama queen than the actors themselves,” Brady said.

The moment Amirah walked back into the trailer, she was bombarded with questions. She held up her hands until everyone settled down.

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