Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Chapter 12
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Falling in Public
Chapter 12
Holly pushed ignore as Eddie's name came up on her caller ID, and dropped her phone into her purse. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she left the hotel and caught a cab to the studio, barely walking in the door on time. As soon as she gave the receptionist her name, she was whisked away by people talking about hair, makeup and her wardrobe, but the whole time all she really heard was her phone ringing every so often from the coat tree in the corner of her dressing room. It couldn't possibly be Eddie calling over and over - he didn't seem like that kind of a guy, but she had to admit, she didn't know him very well.
Finally she was hustled to the "green" room that was decidedly more beige than green, and thankfully out of earshot of the blasted cell. Sipping on bottled water and waiting patiently to be called out on stage, she was shocked when the door opened and a tall man in a gray suit with a rather imposing expression walked in.
"Holly Saunders?" It was more of a statement than a question, but she nodded anyway and stood up, suddenly grateful for the four-inch heels wardrobe had forced on her feet. She couldn't really walk in them, but they definitely put her on a more equal standing with this unpleasant interloper.
He took a set of papers out of the portfolio under his arm, and handed them to her with a pen. "I need you to sign these before you go out on stage. It's regarding last night's...uh...indescretion."
She frowned, taking the papers and scanning the first page. "Who are you?" she asked, looking at the clock, and then back at all the legal speak he apparently wanted her to read and agree to in the next three minutes.
"Vincent Shepherd," he said, holding out a hand and nearly crushing hers when she took it. "Eddie Pierce's manager. We just need to do a little damage control, is all. Now if you'll just sign the last page, I'll get out of your hair. There's a paragraph just above the signature line that sums up the basic contract requirements." He reached over and helpfully flipped the pages in her hand to the last page, pointing to the last paragraph.
Holly read the section, then read it again before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shepherd, but I can't sign this. Aside from the fact that I need to run all contracts through my agent, even I know enough not to sign this. A non-disclosure statement would allow you to sue me for any little thing in my books that you thought might reflect badly on Eddie, even if it has nothing to do with him. I'd never sign something like that." She tried to hand the papers back, but he wouldn't take them, and she settled for letting them fall on the coffee table. Thankfully, the stage door opened, and a short, skinny man popped his head in the door.
"Ms. Saunders - you're on. Come with me, please."
She nodded at Eddie's agent and hurried out the door, forcing herself not to think about what the look on Shepherd's face meant as she climbed the metal stairs to the stage door. Supressing a shiver, she pasted a smile on her face and stepped through the velvet curtain.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 12
Holly pushed ignore as Eddie's name came up on her caller ID, and dropped her phone into her purse. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she left the hotel and caught a cab to the studio, barely walking in the door on time. As soon as she gave the receptionist her name, she was whisked away by people talking about hair, makeup and her wardrobe, but the whole time all she really heard was her phone ringing every so often from the coat tree in the corner of her dressing room. It couldn't possibly be Eddie calling over and over - he didn't seem like that kind of a guy, but she had to admit, she didn't know him very well.
Finally she was hustled to the "green" room that was decidedly more beige than green, and thankfully out of earshot of the blasted cell. Sipping on bottled water and waiting patiently to be called out on stage, she was shocked when the door opened and a tall man in a gray suit with a rather imposing expression walked in.
"Holly Saunders?" It was more of a statement than a question, but she nodded anyway and stood up, suddenly grateful for the four-inch heels wardrobe had forced on her feet. She couldn't really walk in them, but they definitely put her on a more equal standing with this unpleasant interloper.
He took a set of papers out of the portfolio under his arm, and handed them to her with a pen. "I need you to sign these before you go out on stage. It's regarding last night's...uh...indescretion."
She frowned, taking the papers and scanning the first page. "Who are you?" she asked, looking at the clock, and then back at all the legal speak he apparently wanted her to read and agree to in the next three minutes.
"Vincent Shepherd," he said, holding out a hand and nearly crushing hers when she took it. "Eddie Pierce's manager. We just need to do a little damage control, is all. Now if you'll just sign the last page, I'll get out of your hair. There's a paragraph just above the signature line that sums up the basic contract requirements." He reached over and helpfully flipped the pages in her hand to the last page, pointing to the last paragraph.
Holly read the section, then read it again before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shepherd, but I can't sign this. Aside from the fact that I need to run all contracts through my agent, even I know enough not to sign this. A non-disclosure statement would allow you to sue me for any little thing in my books that you thought might reflect badly on Eddie, even if it has nothing to do with him. I'd never sign something like that." She tried to hand the papers back, but he wouldn't take them, and she settled for letting them fall on the coffee table. Thankfully, the stage door opened, and a short, skinny man popped his head in the door.
"Ms. Saunders - you're on. Come with me, please."
She nodded at Eddie's agent and hurried out the door, forcing herself not to think about what the look on Shepherd's face meant as she climbed the metal stairs to the stage door. Supressing a shiver, she pasted a smile on her face and stepped through the velvet curtain.
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