“Sebastian! Over here! Who are you with?” Paparazzi went crazy with their cameras, the flashes blinding.
I forced a smile and turned to face them. Evie stepped aside. Hating the instant feeling of loss, I did my standard poses quickly then returned to her side.
“Who are you?” several people asked Evie.
Not liking their arrogant tones, I answered for her. “This is Evie Reyes, daughter of the legendary Lita Reyes. She is my co-star inSimon Says Six.”
“Six Six,” Evie muttered under her breath just for me.
There was a moment of hushed whispers before it hit them, and then the frenzy erupted.
“Evie! Tell us about your mom!”
“Evie! Are you wearing pink as an homage to Lita?”
“Evie! Are you and Sebastian dating?”
Questions were thrown at her, and I felt a twinge of guilt for not giving her any coaching in the car. Although the PR team had given her some, she seemed to have forgotten it all. Her body was stiff, and I had to force her along.
I leaned in and whispered, “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to. Just breathe, Final Girl.”
The paparazzi must have taken a moment to do a quick internet search, because as we continued down the red carpet, the questions became more specific.
“Are you here to promote the newSimon Saysmovie?”
“Did you get cast because of your history with the franchise?”
“What about your YouTube channel?”
“Is this a stunt to gain more followers forThe Body Count Bimbo?”
I moved her along as fast as I could, but the line ahead of us was slow.
“I’m going to go blind with all this flashing.” Evie smirked. “They cannot be this interested in me.”
“I don’t think you realize the pull you have,” I mumbled, a sly grin sliding over my lips. I slid my hand down her back, squeezing her ass. The paparazzi went wild, screaming, calling out, snapping photos.
Evie’s eyes widened, and she glared at me.
I rolled my eyes and murmured low. “It’s showmance, baby. PR is going to love us.”
Her mouth fell into an O shape. The rumor mill was going to go wild. Our names would be everywhere tomorrow.
Finally, we reached the doors to the theater and slipped inside. Once we were away from the cameras, I let out a breath.
“Okay, let’s see...” I scanned the room, recognizing most of the people here. The premiere was for a midlist horror film. I got invites for these all the time, as did everyone else. The horror community was very tight-knit.
“What are you looking for?” Evie asked, keeping close to me.
“Not what, but who,” I said, weaving through the crowd. “You said I wasn’t holding up my end of our deal, remember?” I stopped short and pointed discreetly to a middle-aged man with a tan so dark his skin looked like leather and stark-white hair styled like a news anchor. He wore rose-colored sunglasses and a worn, oversized, baby-blue suit. He looked entirely out of place here, which I knew he would. It made him easy to find and easy to stand out.
“That is your next target, Jason Dourif, the talent manager.”
Chapter 22
Evie
The Talent Manager
