Entasy (Prophecies of The Nine) Read Free

creep out of the collar of his disheveled white shirt did lend itself to more of a "don’t screw with me" persona. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something oddly familiar about him. I quickly dismissed my paranoia when Dior began ranting again. I stepped inside and pushed the close arrow buttons on the panel.
    I could not stifle my grin as the doors closed. The spotty cell phone reception allowed me to miss most of Dior’s bitch session on the way down to the lobby. The only part I managed to hear was that if I didn’t get my ass to work soon, the lead actress was going to be late for her pedicure, and it would be my fault. "Okay, well I am on my way, and I am certain that Brooke can wait ten more minutes for me to get there. I’ve had to wait for her plenty of times." I stepped out of the elevator, and couldn’t help but feel as if the tattooed man was creeping up behind me, but when I turned to look, no one was there.
    Shrugging it off, I pushed through the revolving lobby door and stepped out onto the avenue. A smile crept over my face as soon as I saw Olivia getting out of her black town car. Olivia had this uncanny ability to stop men in their tracks. She was a spoiled Italian princess, petite, with sapphire blue eyes, jet black hair, and a thick Brooklyn accent. When she walked into a room, time stopped and all eyes went to her, male or female.It was almost as if people were struck stupid at the mere sight of her. She, however, was oblivious to anything other than her latest shopping conquest. I guess the years of being a mob boss’s daughter and having a freakishly overprotective brother could change a girl’s perspective. I thought Dillon and Tynan were overprotective, but Vincent Batianni would beat both of my brothers in that category…hands down.
    "Kylah, you have got to see my new Louboutin’s…they are gorgeous!" Olivia beamed as she moved to show me her new shoes, but at the same time, a businessman walked by George, our doorman, as he was hailing a cab for another resident.
    The next series of events played out like a slow motion scene in a movie. The businessman could not take his eyes off of the slit in Olivia’s skirt. As the slit moved to show most of her thigh, the poor man then tripped and bumped into Olivia’s beefcake bodyguard. Joe, aka Mr. Muscle, lost his grip on the Louis Vuitton bags in his hands and fell towards the car, bumping into Olivia. The stream of expletives from my petite little friend would have made a sailor blush. "Do you have any idea who my father is, you stupid ass mother…?" was the last sentence I heard before I turned to head in the direction of Starbucks. "See you later, Olivia. Don’t forget about Saturday night–love you!"
    Thankfully it was only a few blocks away, because at the moment, an IV of java wouldn’t be enough to keep me awake. As I waited for the barista to finish my triple espresso, my thoughts once again drifted to my latest nightmare. I swear I must be secretly hitting the hookah pipe. The dreams seemed so real. I could literally taste the air around me, and the sights and sounds were more realistic than a three-dimensional film. As the clerk called my name, I grabbed my drink and rushed out the door to hail a cab.
    Luckily, I only had to be in the theatre for a couple of hours today for a few fittings, and then I would have a few hours to kill before I needed to head into Keenan’s tonight to meet Dillon.
    I opened the door to the green room and saw the gang of impatient actors waiting. "Okay, who’s up first?"

    I managed to make it through the craziness in the theatre despite Brooke’s constant huffing and puffing about how she was missing her appointment because of me. I told her if she moved one more time while I was trying to adjust her hem, I would make her miss more than just her pedicure. The snickers from the other actors led her to scowl at the crowd and finally stand still. I truly loved my job. Not many people got