“How is it out there?” she asks.
“Crowd is getting bigger by the second,” Bo answers, following me off the elevator and into the hall.
I wave at Becky’s assistant. and she gives me a sympathetic look, which only makes my skin crawl. I don’t need or want anyone to feel bad for me. I made my bed when I took a bat to Todd’s car, and I’m prepared to sleep in it.
I stay silent as Becky leads me into a conference room. Bo shuts the door and stands beside it with his arms crossed. He’s such a badass.
“Well, what’s the damage?” I ask.
Becky looks at me for a few seconds, but not with the pissy look I expect.
“Why don’t you have a seat?”
“I don’t want to sit.”
“Nora—”
“Fine.” I’ll do anything at this point to get this damn meeting over with as fast as possible, even if it means doing what she says.
“How are you?” she asks.
I nearly laugh. “Cut the crap, Becky. You and I both know you don’t give a damn how I’m doing.”
She looks shocked, and I’m not sure if it’s because I rarely use this tone of voice with her, or because she genuinely doesn’t believe what I said.
“That’s not true.”
“Yes, it is. You haven’t asked me about myself in over a year. All you care about are ticket sales, record sales, the next tour, what clothes I wear, and what the press is saying about me.”
“I—”
“What’s the damage?” I ask again, this time with more force.
“He’s not going to press charges.”
No freaking way. “You’re kidding?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. You just have to pay for the car repairs.”
“And?” Nothing is ever that simple. There has to be a catch.
“You have to agree to attend his movie premiere as originally planned.”
“What? No way. I’m not going anywhere with him.”
“You don’t have much of a choice, and if you ask me, it’s a generous offer.”
“This is bullshit.” I turn and look at Bo, but his stone-cold face gives nothing away. “And if I say no?”
“He’ll press charges. He has surveillance from his house showing you taking a bat to his car and stealing his BMW—topless, by the way.”
“Fine, I’ll go to the premiere.” And I’ll wear the most hideous dress I can find.
“Great.” Becky smiles, looking all too proud of herself as she grabs her phone and sends a quick text. “I let his manager know.”
“Good.” I stand up, and Becky follows me.
“Where are you going? We still have a ton of things to talk about, like what happened on stage the other night and—”