*Cassandra*
I pull up to my trailer on set in a golf cart, seeing a young blonde sitting outside waving herself with some papers. “Oh shit.”
“What are you doing here?” I peel off my sunglasses as I walk over to her, wondering what she wants now.
She stands up. “I am sure you don’t like surprises, but I just wanted to see you in person.”
“Yeah, you are right, I don’t like surprises.” Especially not the kind that can mess up everything.
“Look, I was angry the last time we spoke, mostly at myself. I gave myself away when we made that deal. I need to fix that,” she says, smiling way too friendly at me.
I take a deep breath; I need to stay calm here. “Listen, Annika, I don't know what more you expect me to do for you.”
“I don't expect you to do anything. I don't want to threaten somebody
