“Yeah?”
I take the flowers from him before he forgets he’s holding them. “Yeah.”
He beams, and I pout a little because he’s so sweet. I’ve done this many times — the interviews, the press days, the whole circuit and each time, without fail, he shows up like it’s the first incredible thing I’ve ever done.
“Where’s Donna?” he asks, already reaching for my bag.
“I sent her home. She looked exhausted.”
He takes the bag off my shoulder. “She needs to rest.”
“That’s what I said.”
Donna is my PA and basically the reason I haven’t crashed and burned out. She handles everything for me and I love her because she’s very efficient. Today, she seemed down and when I asked, she said it was nothing. But I still sent her home in case she had some private things to settle and even added a bonus to
