Chapter 2
Six months later
“I just got a call from Vincent Stevens, and—”
“Yes.” I cut Lou off, sitting up straighter and reaching for the remote so I could mute the TV. “Whatever he wants, yes.”
Lou chuckled, and the sound made me smile. “You don’t even know what it is, though.”
“I don’t care if he wants me to sit at his feet like a dog and hand him coffee,” I teased.
Vincent was one of the best directors I’d ever worked with. Kind of a hard-ass, but he had an inspiring work ethic and got s**t done. His vision was refreshing, and if he was asking for me, I knew I needed to be a part of it.
Two years ago, we’d worked on a miniseries for HBO together, and it had been one of the best experiences I’d ever had with a director. Whatever he wanted, I was on board.
“Can I at least tell yo
