precious- timothée chalamet

chapter eleven

WHEN SHE GOT A TEXT LATER THAT week that Timothee's agent had said yes to her coming along, only on the exception that they cannot act like a couple in public, Eve shot out of her seat and squealed so loudly that Andy and two of her other coworkers ran in to check on her.

"Alright, Eve?" Her coworker, Skip, asked. He was in her field too, scouting art and planning events, but he was much older than her. Skip was much older than her, about in his late 60's, and she didn't hangout with him unless it was at work- but she called him her work grandpa anyway. He always had good advice and cared about her no matter what. When she looked up from her phone to Skip, Andy, and her other coworker Rita, she noticed the obvious worry on their faces.

Eve nodded slowly, "Yeah... yeah, sorry." She ran a hand through her hair and grinned at them. "Just good news."

Her eyes met Andy's and he instantly knew from her giddiness that she was excited because of Timothée. "What's the good news?"

"Well my good friend is taking me with him on a work trip, but I have to be kind of hush-hush because of what his profession is." Eve told the group, her grin growing.

Rita's eyebrows raised, "A man with money, I would hope?" Rita was also an older woman, one that had gone through multiple marriages and had created a name for herself in both the New York high society as well as in the New York art society. Eve loved Rita as if she was her mother or cool aunt.

Eve shrugged, "He's only starting out, but with the way he's going he should be making a lot in a short amount of time." She pointed down at her phone, "I really need to respond to this though, can I tell you all more later?"

The group all huffed but nodded, leaving her in silence again. She let out a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair once more, the grin not leaving her face since she had received that text. She couldn't believe it, the amount of good luck she's had with bringing Timothée back in her life, and she had to pinch her arm to ground herself. With shaky hands, she texted back that she would double check with her boss and then text him about if she was for sure coming along or not. He responded almost instantaneously, a sweet sounds good eve! but it still made her grin stupidly. Everything he did made her grin like that.

She decided she needed to speak with her boss sooner than later, reading over the text again that said they would be in Los Angeles and San Francisco for filming his upcoming movie. It would be in about two months, plenty of time for her to get things planned with her boss and be here for any upcoming events, but she also knew how much of a hardass Mr. Bailey could be. Eve left her office, her heels echoing down the long hallway to get to his office, when she reached his door she lightly knocked on it. "Come on in!"

Eve peeked her head in and found Mr. Bailey alone, which was rare. "Ah, Eve, how are you?"

"I'm doing really well, how are you?" She said politely, smiling as she walked over to his desk. His office was enormous, overlooking Central Park and high rises surrounding the building. It was a to-die-for view.

"Good, good, just busy." He waved a hand in the air and then towards the seats across from his desk. "Please sit!"

She sat down and gave him a small smile, then began, "I was wondering if I could use some of my vacation time for the next year in March? I was hoping to go out for two weeks."

"That's fine, where to?" He asked her.

Eve was shocked her request was allowed so quickly, "Well, to California with a friend. We'll be in Los Angeles and possibly San Francisco too."

"If you're out there and you have time, please visit the museums out there or scout out talent." Mr. Bailey said with a fond smile, "I want some fresh blood in this world."