The whispers of the crew followed Evelyn Meyers like a persistent shadow.
"No wonder she's willing to be a 'side piece,'" one assistant murmured, watching the car parked at the gates. "Who wouldn't want a man like Michael Thorn to pick them up?"
Evelyn stepped out from behind the vanity, causing the girls to jump in fright. She didn't spare them a glance, walking straight toward the exit. As she reached the gate, she saw Erica Jones daintily sliding into Michael's passenger seat. Evelyn pulled out her phone, pretending to be engrossed in a message while waiting for a taxi, her heart a cold, hard knot in her chest.
Erica spotted her through the window and felt a surge of smug triumph. Look all you want, Evelyn. He's exactly where he belongs.
Suddenly, a white Ferrari screeched to a halt beside Evelyn. The window rolled down to reveal George, flashing a million-dollar smile. "Need a lift, starlet? Get in, I'll take you home."
