Laura Lowell laughed, shaking her head and pressing a hand to her forehead. "Alright, get some sleep. I'm heading out."
"What kind of assistant is this? Fire that brat immediately. Just looking at her pisses me off."
"Peach was right. Dr. Shaw really is more handsome than you."
"Get out."
Zachary Redgrave grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and hurled it at Laura Lowell. 'Are both of them trying to piss me off to death?'
Laura Lowell sidestepped, easily dodging the pillow flying toward her. She made a face at him and slipped out of the room.
When Laura Lowell came out, the director was rushing the makeup artist who was working on the extras. "Why aren't you done yet? We're about to start filming!"
"Almost done! Just give me ten more minutes."
The girl had a clean, delicate face with pretty and refined features, giving off a girl-next-door vibe.
Laura Lowell stared at her, and the blurry silhouette in her mind seemed to overlap with this girl's face.
