‘And that’s the only reason?’ Sibyl’s eyes narrowed and flicked down to his bloodied hand, her mouth twisting grimly in a way he didn’t really understand. But who could understand a person like Sibyl, who seemed to only be happy when she was unhappy or making others that way?
‘Oh, come on, Sibyl, just let her come.’ Sally finally interjected. ‘It’s so late in the day for finding yetanotherMUA. If she screws it up out there, we’ll find a replacement and get some dailies in the meantime, but let’s just give her the benefit of the doubt.’
‘Fine. But only to save you the paperwork.’
‘Thank you,’ Rowan breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Now, speaking of paperwork,’ Sally rounded on him. ‘This injury. You got this here? How? We’re going to need to get it seen to properly and fill out an accident report.’
He shook his head. There was no way he was going to get held up even further. ‘No need. It’s fine. It was all my own fault.’
‘Doesn’t matter. That’s why we have signs telling people to watch their step and mind their head. You can’t trust people to look after themselves these days, and none of us wants to get sued. Also, we can’t have you contracting septicaemia and collapsing when we’re due to start shooting in one week.’
‘I’m all up to date on jabs, it got cleaned up when it happened, and if you let me go, I’m on my way to a hospital right now.’
‘But how did it happen?’
‘My skin spontaneously split open. Freak event. No person or object was involved. I’ve got to go now.’
‘Rowan.’ Sally fixed him with a glare, and he gave her his best “you-love-me-really” grin.
‘Have a good weekend, ladies. See you in Sicily!’
