“Nothing is going on that will affect this movie, Evan.”
“Whatever is going on already has. Camille’s comments call Neevah’s talent and ability into question before the world has seen one minute of this film.”
A long, tired sigh jets between my lips. “What did she say exactly?”
“The podcaster asked if there was a role she regretted turning down, and she said there was a role recently she wanted badly but wasn’t even allowed to audition for.”
I groan, sinking my head into my hands.
“Of course, since Camille can write her ticket in this town right now, they asked who would dare turn down the opportunity to work with her.”
“And of course, she seized the chance to put my business in the streets.”
“Why is there business, Canon? First of all, we agreed you’d keep your dick away from the actresses.”
“Stop making me sound like some lecher taking advantage of my position to get some ass. You know I don’t do that.”
“In this current climate, no one takes that for granted, especially when the actress in question doesn’t have one movie on IMBD. You’re the one with all the power, and she’d be the one who wanted the big break and was willing to do whatever it took to get it.”
“It’s not like that.” I slam my teeth shut on the words. “What else did Camille say?”
“That if you were just going to give the role to someone you’re dating, she didn’t understand why you wouldn’t at least give her a chance. And that she heard Galaxy had serious concerns about an unknown carrying a blockbuster biopic like this, but that you overrode their concerns, threatening to walk away if they didn’t cave and cast your new girlfriend.”
There’s just enough truth in there to render the reality insignificant.
“Law Stone from Galaxy called, of course,” Evan says, his stare boring a hole in my face.
“And?”
“And he wants you to address it.”
“What? Go on some late-night show and apologize for something that’s nobody’s business but the two consenting adults involved? Nope. The hell if I’ll be their dancing monkey out there saying I’m sorry for something I shouldn’t have to apologize for. I don’t owe them shit.”
“And me? You don’t owe me shit? We’re supposed to be partners. Friends. In this together.”
“You know we are.”
“But you let me get blindsided by this. Egg on my fucking face, caught flat-footed with that moron Stone calling me, demanding explanations.”
“He wants explanations so bad, why didn’t he call me himself?”
Evan rolls his eyes. We both know Lawson Stone couldn’t buy the balls to roll up on me like that. He knows what he’d get.
“That’s what I thought,” I say, slumping into a chair and tugging at my mouth, trying to figure this out.
“Maybe you don’t go on late-night shows, but—”
“No maybe to it. That’s not happening.”
“But we’ve had a closed set, with few exceptions. Maybe we allow a few entertainment reporters on set. Do a few cast interviews. Leak some behind-the-scenes footage of the cast laughing together. Some shots of us filming and them seeing Neevah work like anyone else.”
“She doesn’t work like anyone else. She works harder than everyone else, and you know it. New or not, she is carrying this film. She was the right choice.”
“Agreed. I think she’s gonna blow everyone away. That’s what I want to protect, so can we at least consider some onset stuff? Just behind the scenes, seeing them in costume, some B roll of dance numbers. Nothing too specific, but giving glimpses of how big this is gonna be, and drop some hints of just how good Neevah is. Why she earned this with her talent. Not addressing it directly, but retaking control of the narrative.”
I blow out a breath and, after a few tense seconds, nod.
“When did this happen?” he asks. “Can you at least tell me that?”