CHAPTER 15
VIOLET
“Let me get that for you, ma’am.”
The sandy-haired man in the security guard uniform pulled open the door to my trailer as I approached, and he carried on crunching a hard candy as I juggled my purse and my script and my coffee. After taking yesterday off, we were back at the studio again today. Bright and early on a Monday morning.
“Oh, thanks. Are you new here?”
“Second week on the job, ma’am. I was over on the gate, but I’ve just been reassigned here.”
“Violet. Call me Violet.”
I held out my hand for him to shake.
“Elton, ma’am.”
“Nice to meet you, Elton.”
“Candy?” He held out a package.
“No, thank you.”
Lucas followed me inside with breakfast. Fruit. After Saturday’s accomplishments, I felt that I deserved a donut, but I’d spent an hour in the gym this mor
