Chapter 19
“You wanted to see me?” Ted asked after entering Trace’s office.
Trace was standing at the wet bar, his back to Ted, pouring himself a drink. “Yes.” He turned to face Ted. “Sit down,” he said, his voice stern.
Ted did as he was told.
Trace walked around his desk and sat on the edge, facing Ted. There was no signature embrace.
“What the hell is going on?”
Ted didn’t respond, just dropped his eyes.
“Well?” Trace demanded.
When Ted still didn’t reply, Trace continued, “You’re not seeing clients. They tell me from the set that your performance is flat, mechanical. So?”
It had been a week since the fated breakup with Kenny outside the library. “I guess I’m not feeling like myself lately,” Ted said without looking up at his boss.
“Has this anything to do with that boy Chris
