Chapter 6

Alexander never showed for lunch.

Instead, I received a call from Jake Wilson, a notorious paparazzo. His team had captured photos and footage of Alexander with Claire. Too afraid to approach Alexander directly, he’d come to me.

I felt nothing about these photos anymore.

Still, I should inform Alexander. His phone went straight to voicemail.

When I called his assistant, he stammered, “Mr. Sinclair is…”

A haughty voice cut in from the background: “Miss Claire said she and Mr. Sinclair are not to be disturbed during their afternoon rest.”

I hung up, words dying in my throat.

“Alexander’s exhausted and sleeping. Tell me what

Alexander asleep in her trailer, tie loosened, features relaxed. Despite appearing deep in slumber, his fingers were

pocketed my phone, burying my heartache with

the crew

explosion rocked

pierced the air, growing

heard it from Claire’s trailer but didn’t react immediately. Checking his watch, he said, “Claire, I should check on Evelyn’s explosion scene. This film is my apology to you

assistant pounded on the door: “Sir! There’s

Sinclair!TM

froze. “The schedule said

but

I informed?” Alexander roared.

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