Brigid looked irritated, and despite her best intentions she failed to remain professional; it obvious in her response that what Elizabeth had requested was not something she was happy about.
“I am your assistant; I am not your bodyguard. It is not my job to keep a five foot tall twenty three year old away from you on set. So, please don’t patronize me with your ‘worth my while’ bullshit. That rich girl stuff might work with other people but it doesn’t work on me.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked back down to her notebook.
It was not the response Brigid had expected from her.
“I am not expecting you to fist fight her, for Christ’s sake,” Elizabeth continued writing as she spoke, “I am not even expecting her to be hostile to me if there is someone else around. I just need there to
