I am also attaching the images that our contractor has come back with.
Camera was placed as you directed.
Footage has been captured. Breach of contract is all but confirmed.
It appears that one contestant (Catherine) is in on the violation.
Sincerely,
Teri Baker
Story Producer
CHAPTER 40
Emmett
IFINISH RECORDING Acandlelit dinner with Evelyn while Julia stands on the sidelines stone-faced.
I like to think I’m doing a good job of not constantly reorienting back to her, but the truth is I can’t help myself. She’s on my mind twenty-four hours a day. When I’m sleeping, I dream about her. When I wake up, I reach for her. When I go to sleep, I drift off imagining all the things I want to do with her.
All I know is I want her as close to me as possible. I’ve started looking forward to the end of the show more than ever.
My plan is to collect that final check, hand it over to my family, and go find her so I can drop to my knees and beg her to forgive me for putting her through this ordeal.
In the meantime, I just keep reminding myself that she’s still here. She hasn’t left. She’s sticking around. And that’s all I can ask for.
Hell, it’s more than I have any right to ask.
“Emmett! My office,” Dick Wad snipes before I can get off the set.
My plan is to make a beeline straight to Julia’s apartment because as sweet as it is for Catherine to help us, it’s just not worth the risk when the end is in sight.
So with a regretful sigh, I head toward the utility trailer that Richard’s made into his office, hoping I can get this done and out of the way.
He’s already seated behind his desk when I step in, grinning at me in a way that makes my hackles rise.
“Over here, Emmett.” He gestures for me to come around the desk, and when I do, he opens a folder on his computer screen. “I just wanted to show you a few things.”
It takes me a moment to register what I’m seeing. Richard casually scrolls through pictures of Julia.
At my house, bloodied knees, coming inside, then leaving later.
