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She could be a friend of someone high up. A visitor like me? Right?
My eyes flicker down her body, looking for a red lanyard similar to the one Victor gave me to access all areas. There isn’t one. There isn’t any kind of lanyard.
Who is she?
Is she just a fan who stumbled in here past the security guard?
I hope not.
I pray not.
I’m getting scared now. She seems so intent on talking to me. I’ve not thought about what kind of security I might need now that I’m labeled as Victor’s girlfriend.
What if there are fans out there who hate me? Who might want to take my place?
“I like to keep things private, if you don’t mind,” I say to her quietly.
“Sure. Hey, can I have a selfie?”
The woman is already taking out her phone even before she finishes asking.
I nod and let her take a photo. I try my best smile.
And then I’m making my excuses and am backing away.
“It was lovely to meet you,” I say.
The woman is staring, unblinking, at me.
“Lovely to meet you too,” she says. “I hope we meet again.”
Sure...
I go to the nearest restroom on the set and lock myself in the cubicle.
And I take in a deep breath.
I don’t know what happened there, but my mind is a mess. I lied so easily about being Victor’s girlfriend. The woman – a total stranger – knew who I was and where I worked and everything. I’m finding it easier and easier to lie, even to that security guard. Is that who I have to be now?
Call me naïve, but I didn’t anticipate all of this when I signed up.
39
VICTOR
“Here, have a beer with me.”
I look at Andrew with that dark glimmer flashing in his eyes. It’s a glimmer I am only too well acquainted with.
And one which I will no longer allow to dictate my life.
“I’ll only have one, thanks,” I say.
The director pauses. I know he’s very confused by my answer. I take the moment to scan my eyes around the bar. The music is pumping – loud generic house stuff. The lights are flashing, revealing many women wearing basically nothing and men ogling after them. The drinks are pouring. There are many suited staff members here, and there are many wannabe celebrities.
And I can feel eyes on me.
This is a trendy spot – a place to be to be noticed. You don’t come here for the music, and you don’t come here for the conversation.
