Inspired By You by Steph Nuss

Author:Steph Nuss [Nuss, Steph]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hewlett-Packard
Published: 2018-05-09T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The following week I had a check-in appointment with Paige to discuss my upcoming publicity schedule and my community service. It was scheduled early in the morning to avoid any conflict with my community service. On the way over, I made Manny stop so we could pick up donuts for breakfast. Everyone deserved a donut once in a while. It didn’t matter if I was training for a new role or attempting to stay in shape for a current one, I didn’t cut specific foods from my diet. I treated it like a cheat day, and today was one of those days. I’d work it all off later anyway; Maverick would make sure of it.

Manny dropped me off at the building, and I found my way up to Wilkins & Company with my box of donuts in hand.

“Hello, Mr. Waters,” the receptionist greeted. “Paige is ready when you are.”

“Thanks,” I said, opening the box to her. “Donut?”

“Oh,” she said, taken aback. “Thank you.”

She grabbed a sprinkled one, and then I headed back to Paige’s office. Through the glass, I could see her seated at her desk, wearing a navy dress suit that made her appear even fiercer. Before entering, I knocked on the door and peeked my head in.

She waved me in as she continued talking on the phone. “I don’t give a shit what you think. When I tell you what to say, you say it. You don’t ad-lib. If directors won’t let you ad-lib in your acting, what makes you think I’d let you for an interview?”

She didn’t even wait for their response before she hung up on whoever was on the other end before relaxing back into her seat.

“I apologize for that,” she said, organizing the papers in front of her.

“No need,” I said in an amused tone. Stepping around her guest chairs, I opened the box of donuts and offered it to her. “Donut?”

“No, thank you,” she said politely, without a single glance at the box.

“What?” I asked in disbelief. “You’re having a donut. You deserve a donut after having to put up with that mess before eight a.m.”

“Max, that’s nice of you, but really, I don’t need—”

“Take one,” I demanded, pushing the box even closer to her.

“Fine.” She grabbed a Kleenex and then reached in and took a maple bar.

Satisfied, I plopped down in one of the chairs opposite of her desk and bit into a chocolate donut. She set hers on the desk, pushed it away from her and then looked up at me. I shook my head and pointed to her donut.

“Eat it,” I said, with my mouth still full. “One donut won’t kill you.”

She rolled her eyes and then snatched it back up and quickly took a bite. I awaited her satisfied reaction, but it never came. Instead, she chewed slowly and eventually covered her mouth with her hand like she was about to throw up.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worry evident in my voice. “I swear these donuts are fresh. I get them from the same place, and I’ve never had any make me sick.

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