Something to Talk About(9)

She didn’t need anyone else to know that, though. She needed to look like she belonged here, because she would, one day. She tried to keep a small smile on her face as she followed Jo.

Of course, then she didn’t get to follow Jo anymore. Because Avery was right about the red carpet—Emma was sent one way, away from the photographers, while Jo went down the other, posing every few feet. The show was set to start in twenty minutes, so the carpet was emptying out and Jo moved quickly. Emma held Jo’s clutch and shuffled along, never getting ahead of her boss. Everyone focused on the famous people, not on all the boring people who came with them. Emma wasn’t in the spotlight anymore, and her heels were easier without as much pressure to be perfectly graceful in them.

She wasn’t quite calm, though, because while she had promised Jo she wouldn’t fangirl out over anyone—well, she wasn’t fangirling. She wasn’t. But Annabeth Pierce was two people ahead of Jo on the red carpet, and Emma might have been fawning a little. She’d loved all of Annabeth’s movies since her breakout a little over five years ago. Her dress was this sleek white gown with a sparkling pattern in the front. Emma barely paid attention to Jo until Annabeth finished the red carpet and headed for the door to the theater.

When she finally did look back at her boss, Emma narrowed her eyes. Jo looked stiff. Uncomfortable. Her smile was fake. Not the “I’m getting my picture taken and being forced to smile” fake, but the “if I smile through this, maybe it will end sooner” fake. Her cheeks were tight and her eyes wider than usual, like she was actively trying not to furrow her brow.

Emma heard a voice from somewhere in the crowd. She wasn’t sure if it was a photographer or a fan, couldn’t tell where exactly it was coming from as the person shouted about Agent Silver. Another voice then, asking if Jo was worried that backlash had begun before anything was even official. Jo moved toward the last posing area on the red carpet, and people kept yelling.

This was what Emma was there for, right? She was supposed to be a buffer, was supposed to be keeping people from asking about Agent Silver. Jo put her hand on her hip and looked more like she was grimacing than smiling.

Emma moved without thinking. She maneuvered herself to the real red carpet, the red carpet where the celebrities were. Jo didn’t notice Emma until she was barely three feet away, suddenly unsure what her next move should be.

Jo’s smile remained tight. “What are you doing here?” she asked through her teeth.

Emma took a step closer. “I’m supposed to be a buffer.”

It was then that she registered how many cameras were pointed in her direction. People were still yelling at them, asking her name, telling them to smile. Emma needed exposure, but this was too much. Her throat went tight. She stepped backward, ready to flee to the safety of the other path, but Jo wrapped a hand around her wrist and held her in place.

“Just smile for a second and let them take a picture,” Jo said. “Don’t be weird.”

Emma tried really hard to smile like a normal person. “Don’t let me fall on my face. I don’t know how to walk in these heels.”

“Right, of course,” Jo said. “You’re an Amazon.”

Emma stiffened, and Jo tightened her grip on her wrist.

“I only meant you’re tall,” she amended. “Compared to me? Of course you’re an Amazon.”

Someone appeared and fixed the train of Emma’s dress, disappeared just as quickly.

“Anyway,” Jo said. “The Amazons were mythological women warriors, so really it’s a compliment.”

Emma smiled, a real smile, without even thinking about it. “Didn’t they kill all men who entered their lands?”

Jo slid her a glance, smirking slightly. “See? Definitely a compliment.”

Emma giggled, and Jo grinned, and then just like that, they were ushered on. Jo let go of Emma’s wrist and placed her hand gently on her lower back instead, directing her toward the theater. Emma had survived the red carpet. She had even forgotten she was there for a moment. She tried to think of neither the number of pictures that now existed of her nor the gentle stroke of Jo’s thumb against the skin of her back.

Emma’s phone buzzed inside her clutch. She wondered if Avery had seen pictures of her already, if she showed up in the red-carpet coverage.

“Shall we?” Jo said, gesturing toward the doors.

Emma put her phone on do not disturb and followed Jo into the building.





3


    JO


A phone call from her publicist before Jo arrived at the studio was never a good sign. She rolled up the privacy window between her and Chloe, then answered the phone.

“Good morning, Amir.”

“Yes, right, good morning,” her publicist said. He didn’t bother with small talk, which Jo appreciated. “Have you seen the response to your red-carpet stunt?”

Jo bristled. “I wasn’t aware I had pulled any kind of stunt.”

“People think you and your assistant are dating.”

Jo couldn’t help a short laugh.

“I’m not joking,” Amir said. “We have to get ahead of this.”

“Amir.” Jo tried to keep the incredulity out of her voice. He was only trying to do his job. “There’s nothing to get ahead of.”