Chapter 3 -- American Party
Friday December 2
I felt a hundred times better, having slept in today. They didn't need me on the
Love Letters
set until ten. There were paparazzi out front, so I decided to swim instead of run. When it was time to leave, I was happy to see the Malibu police moving the paparazzi out of this upscale neighborhood.
Fritz had drawn morning duty and drove Lexi and me to the set. I pulled out my tablet and checked to see if they'd sent me any updates on the script. They had, so I focused on reading my new lines while Lexi fidgeted next to me.
"I wanted to say I was sorry," Lexi said.
My response was to grunt and put my earbuds in so I could tune her out. I wasn't feeling very charitable this morning. In fact, I was leaning towards asking for someone else. Brook's advice to spank Lexi was
not
happening. I guess my girlfriend hadn't had the sexual-harassment talk at work yet. If I told Caryn that I planned to do that to an employee, she might quit.
We arrived at the studio, and I put my sunglasses on. I might as well be in full Hollywood mode.
"Find out when I'm due on set," I said and headed to Halle's trailer. I figured I could hide from Lexi there.
When I knocked, Ben answered.
"Morning. We were just running lines."
Not that he needed to explain why he was there.
"I'm hiding from my PA."
"Get in here!" Halle called.
I stepped in, and she soon had tea brewing for me. She and Ben were drinking coffee and eating some pastries. While the J-drama had plenty of tea, we didn't get doughnuts or Danishes. It was probably for the best; I didn't need the empty calories. Pastries had too much sugar and unhealthy fats. Cinnamon rolls didn't count, though.
"I talked to Brook this morning. You're not really going to spank her, are you?"
"That's a lawsuit waiting to happen," Ben added.
And I wasn't that guy. As it was, I had a hard time helping Rita when she needed a good cry. I'd been brought up that you didn't hit girls--unless they tried to kick you in the nuts. There were limits to everything. Hearing these two made me realize I had to deal with this. I shouldn't have to hide from my PA.
I figured Caryn would just be getting into the office, so I got brave and called her. We had a quick conversation, and she said she would take care of it.
I received a text from Lexi telling me that I needed to hustle to makeup and get to the set. My day had officially started.
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When I had a break, I called Duane Morris, my sports attorney who was with Woodford & Morris. I began to fill him in on what had happened last night.
"Hang on, I want Ms. Dixon in the loop on this. I'll call you right back once I track her down," Mr. Morris said.
While he did that, I called Dad. He was finishing up a golf lesson with Kana and Ai. I asked him not to start anything new for a few minutes because I wanted him in on this call. Five minutes later, we were all on a conference call.
"You're going to go broke with legal fees if you keep this up," Ms. Dixon teased.
I didn't want to think about that part of it. She was right in thinking this might get expensive. I quickly got to business because they were charging me by the minute. I outlined what had happened, and Dad added some clarification.
"When I was at the NCAA, I long suspected something like this was going on," Mr. Morris said. "Everyone hears rumors, but we couldn't act on them without proof. This might be the incident that finally breaks this practice wide open. You should know, no one will be happy when this gets out. If your name is associated with it, you might never play a down of college ball," he ventured.
"What should we do?" Dad asked.
It seemed he finally saw the seriousness of all this. Up to this point, he was pretty clueless.
"First, I need to see the video and start piecing this all together. I'm not ready to reach out to anyone at the NCAA just yet," Mr. Morris admitted.
"What about the FBI?" Ms. Dixon asked.
I felt my heart jump into my throat. Until she said that, I hadn't considered that this might be more than an NCAA infraction of some kind. There might be laws being broken, and people could go to jail. Personally, I didn't want to be one of them.
"That's not my specialty," Mr. Morris said. "You should get someone familiar with that area of law to look at this too."
"I think I know just the right person. I'll see if they're available," Ms. Dixon said.
"And I'll have our security people put everything together and send it to you," Dad assured them.
"Scan the two pieces of paper they gave you and send those as well," Ms. Dixon said.
There was a knock on my trailer door; that was the signal that I needed to get back to work.
"I have to go," I said.
"Good call on getting us involved now," Ms. Dixon said.
I wasn't sure I agreed. Given a choice, I'd rather not be associated with this mess, period. I hung up and trotted off to the set.
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Halle and I did scenes together until about three. Kitty told me that I was free to go, and they would call me when they needed me again. I went to my trailer to take a quick shower to rid myself of the makeup. When I arrived, I found Aubrey Dunham there with a phone in her ear. She was one of the managers Kent had hired on my recommendation. Aubrey and I had met in Miami and then again in London.
I left her to work while I cleaned up. When I came out, I had a text from my dad.
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Come home RIGHT NOW!
'
I had no idea what that meant, but I was headed that way anyway. I figured I could wait to respond. It amused me that they'd sent Aubrey as my PA because she was busy being one of our managers. From what I overheard of her conversation, it sounded like one of our clients was having some trouble, and she was trying to solve the problem remotely.
I convinced Fritz to swing by a grocery store. We needed to have model food on hand if Adrienne and Sarah were going to be here this weekend. I also had Fritz buy a couple of cases of wine that was recommended. If Adrienne was going to be around, I wanted to up my chances of spending some quality time with her.
That was something that Brook and I had talked about. She gave me one free pass so long as I spoke to her about it first. Brook was evil and said she wanted hers to be with Dare. I'd almost backed out when I heard that, but we were talking about Adrienne, the Sports Illustrated and Victoria's Secret supermodel. Dare might just have to disappear if Brook got serious about cashing in.
We finally got home, and Dad met me at the garage door that led into the kitchen.
"I have to go home," he announced, looking panicked.
"Why? What's wrong?" I said while visions of accidents or horrible things happening raced through my brain.
He just pointed out the kitchen window towards the pool. Aubrey, Fritz, and I looked out to see what the problem was.
"Oh, goody," Aubrey said and headed that way.