”
“ We
sure are, ” I replied with a smile, my
heart full of much needed joy. And I hope it stays that way, I added mentally to myself.
“Z McCartney Camp Still Quiet on His Whereabouts. Rumors Speculate
Over Jail or Rehab Possibilities.”
~ LA Metropolitan ~
Chapter Eight
Aubrey
“ Dr.
Bentley has assigned someone else to cover your rounds this morning, ” Angie said when I came to pick up
my charts for the day.
“ What?
Why? ” I asked, alarm spreading through
me. Immediately I wondered if someone had discovered my connection to our
current resident celebrity and my heart sank. I couldn ’ t lose this job. If Zane McCartney
messed up one more thing in my life, my head might explode.
“ He
said he needs you to come to his office for a conference. He asked me to send
you as soon as I saw you. ”
Oh, this is so not
good. Dread filled every
fiber of my being. “ Okay. I ’ ll get right over there. Thanks,
Angie. ” Turning away, I left the office,
hoping that my voice had sounded somewhat normal. On the bright side, at least
I was about to find out what fate had in store for me and I didn ’ t have to wait and wonder. That was
something to be grateful for, at least.
My heart rate had practically reached galloping status
by the time I reached Dr. Bentley ’ s office.
“ Go
right on in, Aubrey, ” Tanya, Dr. Bentley ’ s secretary said to me, waving me
on by. “ They ’ re
expecting you. ”
They? I hadn ’ t thought it possible, but I grew
even nervouser — more nervous — nervousest? Were those even words?
Oh hell, forget the damn grammar lesson. I needed to get a grip.
Giving a brief knock, I turned the handle and stuck my
head inside, finding a whole host of people sitting in the room, all of which
turned to look at me simultaneously. I locked eyes with Zane and felt ill. They
knew. They had to.
“ Come
on in, Aubrey, ” Dr. Bentley said, throwing me
off a little with how cheerful he sounded. “ There ’ s a chair right over here next to
Mr. McCartney. ”
Slinking around behind the others, I recognized Dr.
Wilson was in attendance also, but I didn ’ t know who the other man and woman
in the room were. It was against protocol for Zane to have any visitors during
his first ten days, so I had no idea who they could be. I slid into the seat
beside Zane, but kept my eyes fixed on Dr. Bentley, feeling like a lamb about
to be slaughtered and he held the ax.
“ Sorry
about the surprise meeting this morning and the change to your schedule, but we
had some new things come to light regarding Mr. McCartney and we ’ ve tried to come up with a suitable
plan that won ’ t compromise the care he ’ s receiving here. ”
Damn it. They knew.
This was it. I mentally
prepared myself for the blow I knew was coming, feeling as if my neck was
stretched across the chopping block.
He continued on. “ These people here are part of Mr.
McCartney ’ s team. This is Penelope Dantes, his
personal assistant, and his lawyer, Mike Larson. ”
His lawyer was
involved? Was I in that much trouble? I gripped my hands together tighter in my lap, trying to keep them from
trembling, even though I was sure alarm was written over every inch of my face.
“ As
you know, Mr. McCartney is of some considerable notoriety. Because he has come
to rehab, and he hasn ’ t been participating in some of his
normal industry obligations, this has caused a lot of speculation in the press.
The studio he ’ s under contract with has become
nervous and they ’ re wanting action taken to dispel
the rumors — true as they might be. ”
Relief poured through me and I had to fight not to sag
down in my chair. “ Okay. What does that have to do
with me? ”
“ Well,
there ’ s an awards event this evening that
Mr. McCartney had committed to attending prior to his admittance here. He is
supposed to be one of the presenters and has been advertised as attending the
event. His team of people would like for him to be
“ We
sure are, ” I replied with a smile, my
heart full of much needed joy. And I hope it stays that way, I added mentally to myself.
“Z McCartney Camp Still Quiet on His Whereabouts. Rumors Speculate
Over Jail or Rehab Possibilities.”
~ LA Metropolitan ~
Chapter Eight
Aubrey
“ Dr.
Bentley has assigned someone else to cover your rounds this morning, ” Angie said when I came to pick up
my charts for the day.
“ What?
Why? ” I asked, alarm spreading through
me. Immediately I wondered if someone had discovered my connection to our
current resident celebrity and my heart sank. I couldn ’ t lose this job. If Zane McCartney
messed up one more thing in my life, my head might explode.
“ He
said he needs you to come to his office for a conference. He asked me to send
you as soon as I saw you. ”
Oh, this is so not
good. Dread filled every
fiber of my being. “ Okay. I ’ ll get right over there. Thanks,
Angie. ” Turning away, I left the office,
hoping that my voice had sounded somewhat normal. On the bright side, at least
I was about to find out what fate had in store for me and I didn ’ t have to wait and wonder. That was
something to be grateful for, at least.
My heart rate had practically reached galloping status
by the time I reached Dr. Bentley ’ s office.
“ Go
right on in, Aubrey, ” Tanya, Dr. Bentley ’ s secretary said to me, waving me
on by. “ They ’ re
expecting you. ”
They? I hadn ’ t thought it possible, but I grew
even nervouser — more nervous — nervousest? Were those even words?
Oh hell, forget the damn grammar lesson. I needed to get a grip.
Giving a brief knock, I turned the handle and stuck my
head inside, finding a whole host of people sitting in the room, all of which
turned to look at me simultaneously. I locked eyes with Zane and felt ill. They
knew. They had to.
“ Come
on in, Aubrey, ” Dr. Bentley said, throwing me
off a little with how cheerful he sounded. “ There ’ s a chair right over here next to
Mr. McCartney. ”
Slinking around behind the others, I recognized Dr.
Wilson was in attendance also, but I didn ’ t know who the other man and woman
in the room were. It was against protocol for Zane to have any visitors during
his first ten days, so I had no idea who they could be. I slid into the seat
beside Zane, but kept my eyes fixed on Dr. Bentley, feeling like a lamb about
to be slaughtered and he held the ax.
“ Sorry
about the surprise meeting this morning and the change to your schedule, but we
had some new things come to light regarding Mr. McCartney and we ’ ve tried to come up with a suitable
plan that won ’ t compromise the care he ’ s receiving here. ”
Damn it. They knew.
This was it. I mentally
prepared myself for the blow I knew was coming, feeling as if my neck was
stretched across the chopping block.
He continued on. “ These people here are part of Mr.
McCartney ’ s team. This is Penelope Dantes, his
personal assistant, and his lawyer, Mike Larson. ”
His lawyer was
involved? Was I in that much trouble? I gripped my hands together tighter in my lap, trying to keep them from
trembling, even though I was sure alarm was written over every inch of my face.
“ As
you know, Mr. McCartney is of some considerable notoriety. Because he has come
to rehab, and he hasn ’ t been participating in some of his
normal industry obligations, this has caused a lot of speculation in the press.
The studio he ’ s under contract with has become
nervous and they ’ re wanting action taken to dispel
the rumors — true as they might be. ”
Relief poured through me and I had to fight not to sag
down in my chair. “ Okay. What does that have to do
with me? ”
“ Well,
there ’ s an awards event this evening that
Mr. McCartney had committed to attending prior to his admittance here. He is
supposed to be one of the presenters and has been advertised as attending the
event. His team of people would like for him to be
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