Chapter Seven
Edward hovered outside her trailer door. He was tempted to go in and check that she was okay. She had seemed pretty broken on set but he didn't want to appear like he cared too much, because he didn't. Not really.
That's what he told himself anyway.
He'd been acting for a number of years and he had once been like her: young, naïve, eager to learn. But then show business got to him and he realized how cut throat it really was. Kill or be killed had never been a more apt phrase.
Not in the literal sense of course.
In Edward's mind, he had to be the best, he had to be the only possible actor for the part and once he'd landed the role, he had to prove his worth. The second he stopped being as good as he was, his career would be as good as over, destined to work on some day time soap.
To Edward that was scraping the bottom of the barrel- career suicide.
He was better than that.
He felt a little bad for how he'd treated his co-star, she was new to the game and his attitude toward her could very well change her mind on her career path. But that was why he'd decided to be as cruel as possible to her. She needed to know straight off the bat what this world was really like. She needed to build herself a shield if she was going to get anywhere.
So really, Edward mused, he was being her savior.