Chapter Twenty-Six
Ida
As I head out of my trailer to find my car—on the way to having a once-in-a-lifetime conversation with my agent—Faye walks up to me.
“Do you have a minute?” For the first time today when the camera’s not on us, she meets my gaze.
“I’m meeting Leslie. Sorry.” As much as I want to talk to Faye, I need to get this conversation with Leslie over and done with.
“Oh.” I guess we both know that Leslie would wait for me in her office as long as it takes. “Sure.” Faye regards me a little more intently. “Oh,” she says again, as though she has suddenly realized why I’m going to see our agent. “Just a super quick word in private.” She practically pushes me back into my trailer, leaving Mark with the same quizzical expression on his face he’s had all day. He knows something’s
