SOFIA
A week later, I still hadn’t spoken with Joaquin since that night. I blocked his number when he texted and I worked overtime with getting my tracks laid down with Deras and started filming my latest movie in Atlanta. Being out in Atlanta temporarily was a nice distraction without having anything or anyone reminding me that I entertained a cartel kingpin. I could hear my parents yelling and cursing at me that I was crazy for even giving the time of my day to someone like that. Right now, I was running lines with my co-star in my hotel room. Edward was on the phone, taking phone calls and managing my schedule with Cassidy.
“Dante, what do you think about this line?” I asked, highlighting in my script, sitting next to him on the couch. We had today off and decided to run through our
