It felt like a silent declaration of war.
I could only blink back tears and quietly close the door behind me.
Kate's career was on the rise; it was crucial to avoid any scandal at such a pivotal moment.
Logan Ridley, standing by the lounge door, looked at me as if he had seen a ghost, his face draining of color.
He seemed torn, unsure whether to call Kate or not.
Ultimately, he decided to approach me.
Logan said, trying to justify the situation, "That guy is the young master of the Moore family. He's Kate's first love and could potentially introduce her to Director Dent. Kate had no other choice."
I didn't look at him, merely scoffing, "No other choice?"
Logan grew agitated. "You can't help with Director Dent's films. This is a rare chance for her.
"And besides. It's just an act.
"Don't be selfish and mess up Kate's future!"
I gave a bitter laugh, thinking, "Messing up Kate's future?"
When I got her drunk call, I had been negotiating scripts with director Laird Borden.
I didn't know how much I had drunk in hopes of getting a chance, almost ending up hospitalized with a bleeding stomach.
All for a single invitation from Laird, which now seemed like it might go to waste.