CHAPTER 41
Ever since her fainting spell everybody was treating Grace like she was about to c***k. Every day she was surrounded by a pack of assistants watching her every move and offering her hundreds of different fixes for whatever they perceived to be her problem.
“Water, Ms. Woods?”
“Are you too warm? Would you like an icepack?”
“Protein bar, Ms. Woods?”
“Vitamin shot?”
“Would you like to sit, Ms. Woods?”
“Are you ready to stand?”
“Are you tired, Ms. Woods? Do you think you should lay down?”
It was enough to drive someone over the edge. She finally had a moment to speak her mind during a production meeting on Thursday evening in Syd’s hotel suite.
“I’m not a porcelain doll, Syd,” she argued when he suggested they redo the shooting schedule to give her three days off instead o
