Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
ROMAN
My pen glides over the paper as I place my signature along the various lines. Signing away a bit of my freedom with each one. While Clover intrigues me, I’m still annoyed to be doing this.
Our family’s publicist, Janine, is bouncing her leg up and down excitedly beside me.
It’s driving me fucking nuts, but I bite back saying anything to her.
If I did, she’d just get all bent out of shape and then be an annoying little rain cloud dampening everyone’s mood.
Janine nods reassuringly to everyone at the table each time I sign another spot on the page, as if to silently say, “Look, it’s really happening, he’s doing it. ”
As if I have any other choice.
My hair falls forward, and I push it back after signing the last spot. I look up at Mahdi, one of Starlight Studios’ lawyers, and raise my eyebrows at him before pushing it forward toward Clover.
The discomfort is practically rolling off of her in waves.
She’s sitting ramrod straight, like she’d rather be anywhere on earth than in this room.
What the fuck is her problem? You’d think she’d show a little excitement or even some gratitude after scoring a role that is far beyond her scope so far.
Our chemistry read went well, there’s no denying that.
Yes, there’s something magnetic about her, but I still know she’s green for this role, and for doing the PR relationship.
I’m going to have to carry her through it all, and the last thing I want right now is extra deadweight with all the pressure already on me for this movie to succeed.
Clover stares down at the contract for a few seconds too long, and her agent clears her throat with all the subtlety of a fire alarm.
“I believe this is the part where you sign your name.” I give her a hint, and oh, she does not like that based on the scowl that forms. With a smirk, I lean back in my chair and place my hands behind my head, allowing me to stretch.
Almost as if to make a point, Clover glares at me while she signs away on the paper, only looking down to find the next spot to sign. The little brat isn’t even reading any of it.
When it’s done, Mahdi grabs the sheet. “Excellent–” he’s interrupted by the door banging open, and my father storming into the room.
This day just got a hell of a lot worse. Fuck.