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"The water must be Icelandic glacier. Chilled to exactly forty-two degrees. Labels facing North. And Michelle? Don't let me see the condensation. I don't pay for perspiration."
Michelle Covers had a five-year plan. Junior Manager. Corner office. Zero water-bottle monitoring.
She wasn't hired to be William Denver's assistant. She was hired to be his lifeline.
He's Hollywood's golden boy. Oscar nominee. The heir to Aegis Entertainment.
He's also drowning.
Between the "Scent and Sound Protocol" and the migraines that aren't really migraines, William Denver is a man who's better at looking fine than being fine.
He's gone through four assistants in six weeks. He thinks Michelle will be number five.
He made one mistake: He thought she couldn't see him.
Michelle isn't here to play his games. She's here to make sure he survives them.
In a town built on fake rain and expensive lies, the most dangerous thing isn't the scandal.
It's the way he looks at her when he finally stops performing.
You can't PR a breakdown.
You can't fall for your job.
Tell that to the girl who told him, "I have eyes on you."