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The door burst open after my pronouncement. English read the room and ushered me out. She spoke with Campbell for a few minutes. I didn’t even bother listening in. I was sure that she was going to keep him updated on me. When I reminded her that she was my publicist, she nodded and told me that Campbell was her friend.
Which was all I needed to know. I was her priority, but she wanted us to work. I could see it in her sad blue eyes.
She made a sharp and swift apology for what had happened at the event. But we both knew that we couldn’t change it. And it was probably better to get me out of the public spotlight until everything died down.
English retrieved my luggage from Campbell’s house, and I was on the first flight home. She promised to handle it. I believed her. Because
