He stubbed the cigar into the ashtray and sighed. “Are you really going to do that?”
“Of course.” I ground my teeth until they ached.
He nodded, then picked up the phone. “Cancel the plan to parachute Marina into that role. Yes, Isla gets the part. Let her daughter play her.”
My muscles finally eased. I forced a sarcastic, grateful smile. “Thanks, Mr. Vale.”
Ignoring the way he looked at me, I walked out.
I was supposed to do the promotional stills the next day, but my private photos were leaked everywhere online instead.
I fell off the bed when I saw them. Hands shaking, I dialed Dominic.
When the phone was picked up, it wasn’t Dominic, but Marina.
“I was the one who told Mr. Vale to leak them,” she said, her tone sharp and mocking. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you’d ruin me if it meant keeping that role? Well, now it’s your reputation that’s in ruins. How does it feel? Honestly, Isla, you’re pathetic.”
My teeth nearly cracked from how hard I was clenching them. “Marina!”
But then the phone was taken from her. A man’s voice came through the receiver instead. It was Dominic’s.