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“You really like movies, don’t you?” I question him, feeling bolder now with caffeine in my belly. “You’re a secretive little nerd when it comes to movies...”
Victor scoffs and turns his head. Do I detect a faint layer of blush on his cheeks? Have I actually made the most confident man I’ve ever met a little bashful?
No way.
So this is a soft spot for him... that’s why he was acting all curt earlier.
“Yeah, I like movies,” he explains quietly. “They’ve saved me in some of the darkest times of my life. I’ve always loved them since I was a kid. I was practically peeled to the screen when I was growing up. They are the things that give me the most pleasure in this world, both acting in and watching them. They were an escape for me, and I wish the movies I make could be an escape for a lonely boy out there as well. I love them so much that there are entire classic movies I can quote verbatim for their entirety.”
“You’re really that passionate?” I ask.
Victor nods.
“You’re that much of a nerd about them?”
Victor nods again.
He is being deadly serious. He’s not joking or being cocky. This is clearly so important to him.
“But I am always missing the one thing I used to dream about,” he says. “The one thing I coveted as a kid and as an adult actor...”
“The best actor award,” I say, finishing his sentence.
“Yes. That.”
“You really want it, don’t you?”
“All my favorite actors have won it,” Victor explains. “I’ve dreamed about being on that stage, accepting it, for as long as I can remember. It’ll make my entire career to hold that award in my hands.”
“I like seeing you this passionate,” I say softly. “It’s a side of you that no one sees. You should let others see it. You truly should.”
“Come with me,” Victor says, nodding inside.
“Again? Where to?”
“Josie, I want to show you something...”
25
VICTOR
“Are you about to murder me?” Josie asks me jokingly as we descend the stairs into my mansion’s basement.
I laugh.
She’s quoting me from that time she hid me in that alleyway.
“You’re quick with a witty retort,” I say. “No, I’m not planning to murder you anytime soon, Josie Gunn.”
“Great. Well, that’s a relief.”
“I have something else planned for you,” I explain.
“Oh, God. What is it?”
“Wait here.”
We’re standing outside a closed door at the bottom of the staircase.
