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“He looks like a very old woman who got too much Botox,” Benny said. “I’ve never seen someone’s eyebrows so high.”
“But doesn’t he look like a kind of animal or something?” Paul suggested.
“Maybe a lemur? I mean, his eyes are huge now,” Benny said, chortling.
“Mr. Congeniality lost his looks!” Paul sang.
Rachelle grinned inwardly as her heart fluttered. She retrieved her phone and texted Darcy.
It sounds like it worked. Eddie’s having a meltdown. The producer doesn’t know what to think of it. A kitchen staff member called him a lemur!
Darcy sent back a laugh-cry emoji.
Keep me updated.
Diana’s office door burst open to reveal Diana in a rain jacket, her hair stuck to her cheeks from walking through the morning drizzle. She looked mystified.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Rachelle sputtered. “I was, um. Hiding.”
Diana kicked the door closed behind her. “I can see that.”
Rachelle blinked at Diana and tried to kill her secretive smile. “Um. How are you?”
Diana tilted her head. “Confused.”
“Yeah?”
“I walked past Eddie having a meltdown outside in the rain,” Diana said. “His face looked… interesting.”
“Did something happen to it?”
Diana gave Rachelle a knowing look as though she could see all the way through her.
“When I passed by, Henry was telling Eddie they could use this incident for the show,” Diana replied tentatively. “That it would add a bit of drama and comedy. That we need this kind of content.”
Rachelle’s lips parted with surprise.
“But Eddie was crying and begging him not to,” Diana said. “He told him he’d quit before he’d let his face be seen like that on national television.”
“What did Henry say?”
“He told him to go home and take a chill pill,” Diana said, sputtering with a split second of laughter before forcing herself to frown.
“Wow,” Rachelle breathed, just as a string of text messages came in from Eddie, calling her all sorts of names. She blinked at her phone as her heart thudded.
“Is that Eddie?” Diana asked.
“He’s angry with me,” Rachelle said with a shrug. “But nobody forced him to get that treatment.”
Diana grimaced and closed her eyes.
“Let me just write him back,” Rachelle said. “He needs to know it’s reversible. I guess.”
“Let him wait a few hours,” Diana suggested. “You need to let it stew before you give him a way out.”
Rachelle slid her phone back into her pocket and smiled openly at Diana. “Good idea.”
There was a knock on Diana’s door. “What now?” Diana muttered before saying, “Come in!”
