Gravity loving script

“Myra Thompson?” she called again when nobody moved.

“H-Here.” I swallowed hard and rose to my feet, my script falling to the ground again. When I bent down to retrieve, it my bag opened and the contents ended up on the floor filling the silent reception with an absurd amount of noise.

I could feel everyone’s eyes trained on me as I gathered my belongings.

The Ad assistant looked unimpressed by my antics.

Without a word she led the way into what I assumed was the interview room. It was only a hallway.

I tried to use that opportunity to get my wits about me. Daughter she never had -Elizabeth Blackwood thought of Tami as a daughter- what did she mean about Tami being part of the Blackwood family? Was Pierce actually going to…

No, she was just talking- it was for publicity. I tried to convince myself.

I got startled by fingers snapping in my face, “If you’re not ready to have this interview don’t waste our times.” she snapped. “It’s not too late to turn back now.”

“No, no. I’m sorr