Brian Oliver (Cinder) személy
Ever since I was cast to play Cinder, I’d become the paparazzi’s new golden boy for the entire female market. They’d stuck to me constantly in order to sell millions of magazines to every woman in the country between the ages of twelve and sixty. They followed me everywhere. I couldn’t wipe my ass anymore without having it plastered on every magazine cover in America.
“Your man crush on Hollywood’s Boy Wonder is disturbing, Cinder. It really is.”
“You know you’d like it. Admit it.”
“I know you would.”
“ I certainly would,” Vivian offered.
“Me too!” Glen called out, winking over at Stefan.
“I fantasize about it regularly,” Stefan added, and we all burst into laughter.
“That is the outline for The Druid Prince publicity tour. You need to pay attention to it.”
“Why? That’s what Scotty’s for.” I threw my arm over my assistant’s shoulder. “This guy has mad scheduling skills – that’s why I hired him. He’s probably already got eight different backups of this list printed out and stashed away for emergencies. There’s no way he’d ever let me miss a meeting. Believe me, I tried my hardest to miss this one.”
Cinder458: Of course not. I need your address. Got you a blogaversary present.
Cinder458: Hello? Ella?? Address??
Cinder458: Address. Noun. The location at which a particular organization or person may be found or reached. (Or mailed amazing presents.)
I asked her to meet me, but I saw the look on her face—the horror in her eyes—and wasn’t sure she would show. If she didn’t, I was going to track her down, even if I had to break down every damn door to every damn house in LA.