The Stunt [h.s]

Chapter Seventeen

Elsie's POV

February 5th, 2021

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"I'm so sorry Elsie. This is completely our fault as we missed the scene until we started going over everything. We just need you for an extra day. That's all." I bite down on my lip as Samantha explains the details of why I can't go home tonight.

"We can't get it done within the next couple of hours? I've been with you for the last two weeks and now you decide to bring it up? I just want to go home."

Elliot now steps in beating Samantha to the talking, "Elsie we told you that if we could have avoided this we would've. I don't know why you can't see that we are trying our best." His voice raises at me and that's when the sadness of me not going home tonight turns into anger at the two sitting in front of me.

"You don't seem to care that I have a life at home! More specifically a three-year-old daughter who expects me to be home tomorrow morning. So be my fucking guest Elliot and call her and tell her that her mom isn't gonna be there in the morning." I'm beyond pissed and I'm surprised that my break in professionalism isn't worse. Elliot backs down and leans back in his chair as Samantha just gives me a sad look sketched across her features. "A couple more days might not affect you guys that much but it damn well affects me so don't you dare try and make me the bad guy."

"As I said earlier we are so sorry that this is happening and we understand where you're coming from," she looks over to Elliot with a stern look on her face before looking back over to me, "we promise to have you done as early as possible so hopefully you can catch a late flight tomorrow night." Nodding my head at the confirmation I'll actually come tomorrow instead of getting on my plane home tonight, Samantha gives me the script that I have to memorize for tomorrow. "Thank you Elsie for being such a cooperative lead. Without the amazing acting you have provided and the PR relationship that you're doing, this movie wouldn't be going in the right direction, so thank you." Nodding my head I grab my bag off the floor and stand from the seat.

"Have a great night," I mumble as I walk out of the office door and head over to the elevator. I pull my phone out of my bag, open it and scroll through my contacts until I find Jim and click on the call button. Hearing the ringing about two and a half times I hear Jim's voice eventually come through the phone.

"I'm assuming you are coming down to the lobby right now?"

"You would be guessing correctly. I'm about to get into the elevator." I hear the ding of the elevator giving me the indication that it has landed on my floor.

"Alright, I'll be in the lobby waiting."

"See you in a second," with that I hand up from the call and watch as the number of which floor we are on begins to go down. I made the executive decision to have Jim start picking me up and dropping me off places for the rest of the New York trip as I started getting several text messages the day of Harry's birthday and they haven't stopped. I still have no clue who this person is and whether or not it's the same person that left the note in my hotel room that night. Being stalked is a scary feeling and I so badly want to keep this in New York but I don't really think I'm that lucky.

When the elevator hits the lobby, the doors open up and I lock eyes with Jim as he holds his hand out which I gladly take. "So what did they have to tell you?"

"I can't leave New York tonight as I had planned. Apparently, they missed a scene that we had to film and didn't realize until they looked into it. Now I have to tell my toddler that Momma won't be home when she wakes up tomorrow morning and it-" I stop mid-sentence so I can take a breath as I feel myself start to get choked up, "it fucking sucks Jim." We stop our conversation as we make it to the doors of the lobby, Jim steps into bodyguard mode and steps in front of me to block me off from the paparazzi that are trying to get pictures of me to stir up in the media.