“Of course I did. But I just knew that he and I—”
I raised my hand. “I just needed to know how little of my respect you deserved.”
I picked up the duffle bag and headed outside to hail a cab.
Chapter 6
Matt
The interview with GQ was more entertaining than I thought it would be. The interviewer didn’t act like he knew me personally and actually inquired about things that mattered to me: philanthropy, dancing, and fine dining.
Only one of his questions bothered me: “You’re highly successful, you’ve clearly found love, and are surrounded by people who care about you. If you died today, will you have accomplished all you wanted in life?”
I gave some bullshit response, but I knew that the real answer was no.
I’d spent the past two years committed to someone I could barely stand. I spent the past four acting in films that could’ve been written by a group of high school girls. I surrounded myself with people who said “yes,” to everything I asked, and as far as the “clearly found love” part? At twenty seven? I severely doubted that.
After the interview, I kept on my Tom Ford suit and had my driver take me to the building that housed The New York Appeal.
The ashen black building towered over every business on the block. It didn’t look like the type of building where creative people worked. Then again, Melody Carter worked there.
“M-M-Matt Sterling?” the receptionist greeted me.
“That’s me,” I flashed my smile. “I have a meeting with Melody Carter this afternoon. Is she still available?”
“A meeting with Melody Carter?” she tilted her head to the side.
Has no one ever seen this woman?
“Yes. Melody Carter,” I enunciated each syllable.
“Hold on one second Mr. Sterling,” she picked up her phone. “Hello Sophie? This is reception down on the main floor. Does your boss have any meetings scheduled for this afternoon? Okay…I see. Sir, Miss Carter doesn’t have any meetings scheduled for the rest of the month.”
Damnit.
“Well, it’s clearly a misunderstanding on my part. Is there any way I could go up there and say hello anyway?”
“Not without a meeting. I’m sorry. All guests have to be personally escorted to the 30th floor.”
“Look,” I eyed her name plate. “Miss Hamilton is it?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“Thank you for being so accommodating. Is there anything I could sign for you, anything you want me to autograph?”
“Umm my T-shirt?” she pulled a white T-shirt from underneath her desk and handed it to me.
“Okay,” I signed her shirt, and as she admired it I tried again. “So there’s no way I could—”
“Nope.”
“Not even if I—”
“Nope,” she answered a ringing phone.
I gave her a curt goodbye and walked outside. Joan and my driver were waiting across the street, but I didn’t want to give up just yet. I turned around and saw a paint crew walking around the side of the building. I followed them.
“Hey you!” a large man called out. “You mind holding the door for us?”
“Not at all,” I sprinted ahead of them and held the metal door open. After the last of the men entered, I walked around until I found the service elevator. I punched thirty.
When the elevator finally reached the floor, I felt as if I’d landed inside a time capsule. Newspaper clippings, vintage Hollywood posters, movie tickets, and awards covered every inch of the walls.
I crept past two huge conference rooms, a kitchen, and found myself in a semi-circle of closed white doors. There was no way to tell which office belonged to whom.
I heard footsteps and ran into the kitchen. I slid into what appeared to be a pantry.
Why do they need a pantry?
When I was certain no one was around, I walked back to where I had been and looked back and forth between the white doors.
I suddenly heard another set of footsteps so I headed the other way—down a brightly lit hallway with Hollywood legends painted onto the walls.
I turned the corner and saw Melody Carter’s name etched in bright gold letters above a black door. There was no one sitting at the desk to the side of it, so I made my move.
I ran my fingers along her name before knocking.
“Come in Sophie!” she called.
I slipped inside and shut the door. The back of her chair was facing me.
She won’t even let her assistant see her face?
“Miss Carter? It’s Matt Sterling. We need to talk.”
The chair whirled around and there she was.
“You’re definitely not fat and ugly,” I took a step back.
“Excuse me?” she narrowed her eyes and for a moment I forgot what I was going to say. She was absolutely beautiful. Her red hair fell past her shoulders, her eyes were a soft green, and her lips— “I only meet with talented people Mr. Sterling,” she cut through my thoughts. “How’d you get past security?”
“I’m Matt Sterling. People actually know who I am.”
“You came here for an ego boost?” she smirked.
Oh my god she’s gorgeous…How old is she?
“No. I came here to talk about your shitty reviews.”
“That correspond with your shitty movies?”
“With all due respect, which is none, I don’t appreciate you taking your poor excuse for a life out on me. You trash me in every review and it’d be nice if for once, you said something amicable about homegrown talent.”