We both look at it at the same time.
With a sigh, he pushes off the doorframe and walks over, picking it up.
I watch his face carefully as he glances at the screen and his expression changes.
“Who is it?” I ask, even though the way he’s holding the phone tells me enough.
“Andersen.” He sets it back down.
Justin hates nothing more than seeing his agent’s name on his screen. It ticks him off and it doesn’t help that Andersen keeps bringing up signing talks and potential opportunities. I know it’s his job, but it’s been wearing on him lately. Everything about it feels like pressure he can’t fully step away from.
“Where’s the—” The phone starts ringing again.
We both look at it, then at each other.
“Justin,” I say.
“I’ll call him back.”
“Hey.” I cross the room before he can overthi
