NINE
I had to leave this place. This was a crazy f*****g city. This was exactly why I hated Hollywood. Or the Hollywood life. Or whatever you wanted to call it.
I had to find some sanity.
I left the dining room and hurried back toward the ballroom. Needed to tell Sally where I was going.
I stopped at the threshold. Tell Sally? Maybe that wasn’t the best idea. I had to figure out what to do. I was supposed to stab her in the back so Irving Jackson could get ahead. And I was supposed to f**k him because he believed I had a magical v****a.
Only in Hollywood.
Only in f*****g Hollywood.
All at once I saw Fern standing next to Enrique and Sally across the room speaking with Irving Jackson who sipped on a martini like it was someone’s c**k. And there was Hayword—Hayword looking around the
