Chapter Seven
“What the f**k?” Marina hisses as she steps inside my apartment.
“I know, I know,” I tell her, holding up my hands as to ward off her upcoming lecture.
It doesn’t work. Marina eyes my cheek, which is swollen and a dark red.
“No, Jenny, this is not okay. This is f****d up. This undercover plan you have going on – it needs to stop.”
“It can’t,” I tell her. “I’m so close. I can feel it in my bones.”
“He hit you! And you told me what he did to Sarah. What is stopping that from being his next step?”
I run my fingers through my hair. I have a pre-production meeting at 2 P.M. today and am unsure how to work to cover up the mark on my cheek. I asked Marina to come over to help me with my makeup to try to cover it up.
Rich was gone by the time I got up this morning. He left me
