*Nina*
As I am walking out of the office, my phone rings. It’s, of course, Elijah, again. I know I should pick up, but honestly, this is not really a conversation I want to have with people around.
I am still considering if I should pick up when I hear a slightly recognizable voice. “Holy s**t…”
I look up and realize that it’s Esme, the documentary director I met in Venice. “Whaaat?”
“Well, isn’t it Nina Blake…” she says, grinning as she walks over.
“Esme? What are you doing in LA?” She had told me in Venice that she avoids LA as much as possible.
She holds out her arms and pulls me in for a hug. “Come here, girl…” Then she lets me go. “My agents put a gun to my head… their office is upstairs.”
“Oh my goodness, mine too… you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now.” For som
