Complete Corruption (Corruption #1-3) by CD Reiss Read Free Book Online

back. After this campaign, win or lose, let me love you again.”
    Joy, terror, shock, sadness all fought for my next words. None of them won the race to get from my brain to my mouth.
    “I swore I wouldn’t do what I just did,” he said. “But I miss you. I can’t hold it in anymore.”
    My words came out with no emotion in them. “I’m not ready.”
    “I’ll wait for you, Tink. I’ll wait forever.”
    I didn’t respond because I couldn’t imagine myself being ready, and I couldn’t imagine committing myself to anyone else.

nine.
    n Monday, I had twenty minutes before my meeting with the fleet guy and the studio rep, exactly enough time to get briefed by Pam.
    “Studio’s sending a courier,” she said, leaning into the screen. “They said you could handle it.”
    “Wow,” I interjected, “they don’t even pretend to care.”
    Pam dropped her voice to nearly inaudible. “Rumor is Matt got the cash for his short from a Hollywood loan shark, and Overland covered the note to the tune of way too much. So if there’s a bus coming, he might get thrown under it.”
    “They need to get their own accountants to do their dirty work. They have the best of the best.”
    She slipped her rhinestone horn-rimmed glasses halfway down her nose and looked at me over them. “What do you think you are?”
    “Adequate, since you asked.”
    She shook her head and went back to work. I cleared my desk of a few million in incidentals before going to the conference room to do Arnie his favor.
    ***
    The conference room was huge, set into the office’s bottom floor. Two sides were glass, looking over the reception area, and the other two walls were glass, looking out onto Wilshire Boulevard. It was designed for big faces to be seen together by the rest of the agency and by whomever was waiting in reception. Appointments might be based around making sure Mr. Twenty-Million-Dollar-A-Picture Actor was seen shaking hands with Mr. Academy-Award-Winning-Director in front of Ms. Top-Agent just as Ms. Actress-Who-Refused-The-Nude-Scene waited for an appointment. Like everything in the entertainment industry, it was maximum drama, maximum visibility.
    Every time I went into that particular conference room, I checked the smoothness of my stockings, the lay of my hair, the seams between my teeth, even when I was just meeting a messenger to pass over audit materials. What used to arrive in a banker’s box of paper and ledgers and folders now came in the form of a flash drive and a manila envelope with a few summary sheets, which were useless. They were delivered by a short man in shorts, sneakers, and a flat cap. Matt’s line producer.
    “I’m Ed, nice to meet you,” he said as he shook my hand and slid the hard drive and envelope onto the table.
    “Nice to meet you too. What do we have here?”
    “Everything up to the minute for the whole production. Hope you can help with this. It was kind of unexpected.”
    I was about to respond and open the summary schedules so I could ask intelligent questions. Then I was going to finish my work and pick up dinner. I was feeling a turkey sandwich, salad, and bottle of water.
    But that got shot out the window in a storm of hormone shrapnel when I saw Arnie coming through reception with a man in a dark suit named Antonio Spinelli. They were talking, but through the window, I saw Antonio’s eyes flick up at me and a smile stretch across his face. I frowned when Arnie opened the door to the conference room.
    “Ms. Drazen,” he said cheerfully, “how is the handoff going?”
    I slid the papers from the envelope just to distract myself, but my hands shook with rage or nerves. Possibly both.
    “Just got here,” said Ed.
    “This is Mr. Spinelli,” Arnie said in full agent-smarm. “He rents exotic cars to the business.”
    “I know,” I said, cutting off my boss in a way I never would. I immediately caught my faux pas and held out my hand. “We’ve met.”
    “Ms. Drazen.” He took my