ignoring the housekeeper's fake, polite greeti

d out a battered, scuffed suitcase from the very back-the one she had brought with her fr

d the bedroom door, Moira stepped

tly even but laced with a hard edge. "Mr.

to care for her for years. "Move, Moira. Or I will call

hard, intimidated by the sudden shift in t

ls of the suitcase over the marble floor,

wer, Bronson sat in his leather chair. He

ed on the city skyline. He hung up and p

rushe

hed to her name," Bronson order

he doesn't carry cash.

on her knees in this office. Next, call CAA, WME, and every major casting director in Hollywood. Tell

chair. He was going to

y broke open. Freezing rain

chain hotel, her hair plastered to her face. She walked

," she said, her

hine beeped aggressively. "I'm sor

ry this one." She

lin

d over a

. Accoun

ise's cheeks. A crushing wave of humiliation washed over her. She grabbed

ramp hit her lower abdomen. She pressed her hand against her stom

he back were a few crumpled hundred-dol

cab. "Queens," she told the driver