Victor walked through the studio lot with a spring to his step. He waved cheerily at several crew members and then flagged down Walsh as he passed by.
“Do you know where Holly is?” Victor asked, barely able to keep the excitement out of his voice.
Walsh consulted his clipboard. “She’s not scheduled for a scene for a couple of hours now so you’ll probably find her in the costume department. That’s where she usually waits.”
“Thank you.” Victor started off. He loved this moment: when the Hollywood stars aligned and everything worked your way and you knew your film had everything going for it and it would soar or crash on its own merit. It was moments like these that he lived for.
He opened the door to the costume department and poked his head in. As soon as he caught sight of Holly he came the rest of the way in.
“Holly! There you are!”
She looked over from where she’d been chatting with Matilda and smiled. “Victor. Hello. How are you?”
“Wonderful and so are you.”
She laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“Our film has a distributer and a release date.”
Holly’s face brightened. “You’re kidding?”
“Not at all! Our movie is coming out in a little under two months.”
“Wow.” She let out a deep breath. “That’s soon. That is soon right?”
“Yes. But since we’ve already been doing the promotion as we’d assumed it be released this fall, it actually works out fine. On top of which we have been getting a lot of fantastic response from the focus groups and everyone is really excited!”
“That’s so exciting Holly. Congratulations,” said Matilda smiling broadly.
Victor’s cellphone started ringing. He pulled it out and glanced at the number. “I’m going to have to take this, I’ll talk to you later, but I just wanted to tell you the good news. We have a premier date!” He left the building.
Holly couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across her face. “It’s exciting.”
“Of course it is.” Matilda patted her on the shoulder. “And since you have a premier, we’re going to have to find you a dress for the night. I have several contacts in some of the bigger fashion magazines and I’m sure they could get you something to wear. Here, why don’t we look at some photographs and I can get an idea of what might interest you.”
Clint let himself in Nikki’s house and headed into the living room. He grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and sat down. He was a little early and not in a hurry so he decided to just wait. She’d be downstairs soon.
He flicked through several pages of the magazine and then stopped short at a familiar face. He chuckled a bit. The piece was about some movie coming out soon and there, posing with three other actors, was Holly Woods. Clint didn’t know what to make of most of what Peter said, but when he talked about only caring about Holly as a friend it was so absurdly obviously bull.
Clint read through the article and then glanced at his watch and frowned. Nikki was a little late. He rose to his feet and walked out into the hall and called out her name. He waited several seconds and then called again. After she still didn’t respond he walked up the steps. He knocked on her bedroom door and then pushed it open. Empty. He crossed the room to look out the window to make sure she wasn’t outside swimming and then checked the rest of the house. She wasn’t anywhere. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed her number. It sent him directly to voicemail.
He closed his cellphone slowly and frowned, more perplexed then concerned.
Where was Nikki?