Lennox
“I’ve had it, mate. It’s been three weeks. I love your help but you’re going to have to go get your life back on track. You’re so much better than this. You know that, right?”
He’s been on my arse for weeks. Since Jace sat on that goddamn barstool for a bloody fucking hour before finally leaving.
I hid, hid like a coward in the corner of my boss's office. When Jace finally realized I wasn’t coming back he got up and walked out as stoic as he came in.
Sure he let me see a sprinkle of those emotions behind that brick wall he wears like a piece of armor but I couldn’t get myself to come out.
Now, it’s been almost a month since that day and I’m still stuck in the corner, mentally and emotionally, at least. Physically I’ve been busting my arse off for Bobby so it really irks me when he tries to kick me out.
“I heard you, oh you know, the last seventeen times you’ve said it.”
“Doesn’t bloody seem like it,” he banters back. “What the fuck are you waiting for? A grand gesture?”
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
“Does it matter?”
He rolls his eyes. An almost fifty-year-old man rolls his eyes at me.
“You’re not working this weekend,” he states with certainty.
“What?” I spit back. “What the hell am I going to do otherwise.”
“You have an award ceremony to attend.”
“Oh god, not this again.”
“I’ve never asked you for anything. In fact, I’ve employed your arse for longer than I should have.
You have to do this for yourself. It’s well fucking earned and you have a right to be there.
Fuck Hollywood and the resentment you can’t fucking let go of.
The Lennox I knew wouldn’t hide from shit that was hard.
” He walks over to me and tosses a stack of papers on the table I’m seated at.
“What are you asking me for, Bobby?” I ask because I’d literally do anything for him with everything he’s done for me.
He pushes the newspaper articles in front of me and one after the other are different photos of Jace and Elodie. He said they were just friends but based on both their smiles in all of these images, they look closer than ever.
“The foundation issue has been cleared, it’s not the main topic of conversation anymore. The movie’s a fucking hit and you deserve to stand there with those people. Go to the ceremony. It will at least give you some closure.”
Or kill me in the process.
He gives me a pleading look and it’s one I’ll never be able to say no to.
“Okay.” I give him a forced tight-lipped smile. “I’ll go.”