TWENTY-THREE
Lyla was nervous.
Thinking about it now, her question to Sadie had been stupid because they’d been in one of the top execs offices, anyone could’ve gotten her into the studio. But it was access she needed. Access to Trick.
Sadie was with her as she walked into the studio through a hidden door. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Sadie whispered to her.
“Don’t have a lot of choice,” Lyla said, trying her best to ignore her trembling hands.
Sadie grabbed a runner. “Spread word in the audience that the stunner about to walk on set is Lyla Strickland,” Sadie said, presuming that people wouldn’t recognize her without her baggy clothes, glasses, and tight chignon. “Keep it quiet from Trick.”
The runner nodded and ran off; Sadie put an arm around her. “It’s no big deal,” Lyla s
