Page 42 of Railing the Billionaire

“But here’s the thing,” I said. “I don’t. Plus, I probably can’t with all the markings anyway.”

She narrowed her eyes, snatched the cup, and pushed the papers closer to me.

“You should trust your voice and your creative vision,” I said. “Stick to it, and the right people—the ones destined to be your fans—will find you. The worst thing you can do is be disingenuous.”

She made an almost growling sound and pushed the papers forward another inch.

Ignoring her, I took the cash and put it in the register.

By the time I looked up again, she was sitting at a table at the far end of the room, scribbling on her papers as wildly as a doctor signing a script.

I spaced out for a bit, lost in unnaturally buzzing lights above the plastic clouds that dangled from the ceiling.

Then the door opened again.

I expected it to be Dani leaving. Instead, it was Morgan arriving.

She had on her work clothes—flowy blouse, pencil skirt, and flats that had style but were built to tolerate long hours of standing. She looked a little dazed, probably because she wished she was asleep right now.

I grinned like an idiot. “What are you doing here?”

I hurried around the counter and gave her a squeeze.

She squeezed me back. “Long night.”

Too long, since it was technically morning now.

“Lemme guess,” I said. “You’re still wired, even though you’re exhausted. So you want something that will help you sleep?”

“Yes.Also it’s a nice excuse to say hi.”

“Hi.” I told her, then hurried back to fix her up with a nice sleepy tea.

We met back at one of the tables as far from Dani as possible. With no one else here, there were plenty of options to choose from.

“So how was work?” I asked.

“Good. It’s just that we have a deadline for the new piece coming up, and the lead actor decided he doesn’t like green,” she said.

“Peter Pan always wears green.”

“But lead actor, Jean Von Jeandoes not.”

“Didn’t I see him wearing a green suit at that award show you made me watch?”

“Mm-hmm. But he doesn’t wear greenanymore.”She rolled her eyes. “So we have to remake his entire wardrobe.”

“That’s terrible.”

“I don’t mind too much. Some of the pieces can be dyed. And what can’t, I get to keep for future use. Maybe I’ll make Oscar dress up as Peter Pan next Halloween.”

I snorted at that. He’d never do it. “I bet Chester would wear it.”

“Ha. I bet he would.” She chuckled. “What about you? Have you heard back from Gabriel yet?”

“No. And it’s torture. I’m debating the best place to ambush him.”

“Don’t do that.”

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