The air rushed out of Amanda’s lungs as soon as she heard the door click shut behind him. Sam Pleasant was dangerous. Lucky for her she didn’t have the time or live in the alternate reality where pursuing him made a lick of sense. No, all she wanted was tomorrow and she was giving herself tomorrow, dammit, even if it meant blocking Dru’s calls.

Her phone vibrated in her hand again several times as Dru fired off a series of texts.

Call me back you fucking hag.

I didn’t get the part.

They already gave it to Lacy.

“Oh God,” Amanda groaned out loud. Lacy. Frenemy Number One. The two had known each other since they were kids, and if there was anything they both loved more than the attention that came from acting it was getting under each other’s skin.

Amanda hit the phone icon next to Dru’s name and braced herself for one hell of an outburst. Dru answered, screaming. Some of it was unintelligible, but Amanda managed to get the central themes of her rant. She waited patiently until Dru was out of steam.

“Did either of you know the other was up for the part?” she finally asked. Lacy was white, blonde, tall, and slim—she and Dru would normally not be up for the same parts by Hollywood standards.

“I mean, I told her I was going in for it, and she told her agent she wanted to read for it.”

Amanda closed her eyes and managed not to sigh. Of course she did. Lacy was still upset that Dru had booked Andromeda over her.

“I’m very sorry she did that to you. What can I do?”

“Not a damn thing, but maybe next time do your homework. You know I don’t like going up against her for parts. I usually get them and then when she does, she’s extra petty about it. It’s not good for our friendship.”

“Hmm, you’re right. I’ll pay closer attention next time,” Amanda said, like she actually had access to Lacy like that. Her mother, Justine, was her manager and her PA. She did everything for her daughter. She would never tip Amanda off to her comings and goings. Dru knew that, but the truth wasn’t relevant to this conversation.

“When are you coming back?” Dru huffed.

“Like I said, Sunday night. Why aren’t you out tonight?”

“I am. I’m in a car.”

“Oh.”

“I was out with Lacy. I just left her ass at Cargo.”

“Oh okay. Well, go home and get some rest.”

“No, fuck that. I’m going to meet Kellie at Lux.”

“Or go meet Kellie at Lux.” Kellie was another fair-weather friend, but as a top-tier social media influencer they at least didn’t find themselves competing for work. Guys, on the other hand, were another issue. Hopefully, there were enough men at Lux to keep them both distracted.