Right Now Chapter Twenty-TwoMonica was fairly sure the day that followed was the worst of her life. It was unquestionably the worst day of her life at Fairstein Productions. By the time Glenn had finished yelling at her, it was too late for them to catch Paul, who must have taken the shuttle downtown immediately after their meeting.The rest of the day was taken up with Glenn’s rants about everything from her error in not throwing herself bodily in front of the shuttle bus to her idiocy in not signing Paul to an ironclad contract that would have given them grounds to sue him. In fact, she hadn’t signed Paul to a contract because he already had one with Fairstein and because Glenn had told her not to bother stirring up the legal department over the complications. But Glenn’s memory was notoriously selective, and he’d chosen to forget that bit.They rescheduled the shoot to set up an evening picnic for Ronnie and Brendan, rather than the kayaking class they’d planned for Ronnie and Paul, but then afternoon rainstorms had rolled in and drenched the mountainside, so the picnic had had to be postponed.She’d tried scheduling a flight for Ronnie’s parents, only to have another set of storms ground all the planes in Atlanta.Glenn snarled, Ronnie pouted, and Brendan gave her the kind of disillusioned puppy look that made her want to go back to her room and hide.She tried very hard not to think about Paul.
