Chapter 13: I Can't Screw This Up

Cursing, I throw myself out of bed and run over to my closet. I grab my pencil skirt and blouse - they told me to wear professional clothes again - and pull them on as I run to the bathroom. At least I know my hair and makeup will be taken care of on set, and as much as I hate to skip brushing my teeth, I have mints in my purse. I quickly pee - while running a brush throw my hair at the same time - then bolt back out, grab my purse, and literally sprint out to my car.

Today's scenes will be shot at a different building. It's closer to Justin's apartment than the last one, but it's still a good fifteen-minute drive. Fortunately, it's early enough that Atlanta's morning rush hour hasn't started in force - another half hour and I'd have been completely screwed.

As it is, I roll into the office building's parking lot a good twenty minutes late. The sun has crept up over the horizon, turning the sky a dozen shades of orange, but here beneath all the buildings and trees everything is still