Chapter 8

I picked up mine and ignored the small voice in my head that whispered I shouldn’t be even slightly tipsy around Marcus Steele. To achieve what I had set out to do, I needed a clear head, to be professional and cold, very cold. Those were sensible words, but I sent them for a walk when I raised the glass to my lips and took a long, slow drink.

I looked around, feeling the ground and scrutinizing the faces. The lounge, which was as elegant as it was welcoming, had tablecloth-draped tables interspersed with plush designer sofas and chairs. Almost all of them were empty because the guests were standing around chatting with each other. I recognized a few. A reality star in a corner, an agent I met at a party… But I didn’t see Marcus, and I was starting to get nervous. He must be around here, and I was afraid that if I didn’t find him before the screening, they’d take him away after the screening before I had a chance to talk to