Page 101 of Fangirl

I arch a brow, leaning back. “Should I be worried?”

Landon grins, the kind of grin that’s made him the guyevery desperate actor in this town would sell their soul to sign with. Mid-fifties, silver at his temples, perfectly tailored suit, and eyes that gleam like he’s always three steps ahead of the game.

If Hollywood had a devil, it’d probably look a lot like him. Funny how I ended up with Landon, one of Hollywood’s most cutthroat agents, because of Will.

My own chaotic fairy godmother, though I’d die before ever calling him that out loud. He’d fucking love it.

Landon steeples his fingers and smirks. “You’re gonna love me even more than you already do in about five minutes.”

I snort. “Big promise, Landon.”

He leans forward, eyes glittering.

“Alright. Hit me.”

Landon grins. “Let’s start withPersefia.” He swivels toward his computer. “The studio hated the latest script—dug their heels in hard—but they finally caved.”

Hated?

Funny. I didn’t even know we were in a standoff with the studio, that’s how checked out I’ve been. Too busy losing the plot over my personal mess to care about the thing that actually pays my bills.

Landon chuckles like he can hear the thought. “They wanted you locked in for principal photography starting in March. Pre-pro wraps next week. They knew they’d lose but had to make a show of it.”

“Where are we shooting?” I ask, sitting up a little.

He sighs, waving a hand. “Some Eastern European country. Cheap, pretty… ethereal. You know the drill.”

I hum, but my mind snags on the wordEurope. Close. Closer to Amy. That’s the only part that sticks.

“Now, money.” Landon grins like this is where he really shines. “Backend—five percent gross. They fought me, but I got it. Told ’em you’re happy with the script.”

“Did Melinda sign off on it?” The question leaves me before I can stop it.

Landon glances at me, surprised. “You actually care?”

I shrug. It’s hypocritical. I never really cared before, but I care because Amy cares.

He clears his throat, grinning. “Anyway, they sent over the provisional schedule for films two and three. Which is great because you’re about to get very busy and very popular real fast.”

I lean back in my chair, smirking. “I thought I was already popular.”

Landon snorts. “Oh, you are. You’re a Hollywood heartthrob. One of many,sweetheart. Sorry to break it to you, but you’re just another pretty face on a forty-million-dollar paycheck.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help leaning forward, his energy infectious.

He grins wider. “Joseph called, and he wants you.”

That makes me blink.Joseph Gordon—the most powerful producer in Hollywood, the guy hunting for the next billion-dollar franchise.

“Me?”

Landon’s grin turns downright feral. “Yep. You. Welcome to the real big leagues, Jakey. We’re talking nine-figure paychecks from here on out.”

I blink again, my voicecracking. “Me?” I repeat dumbfoundedly.

“Yep. You’ve got a meeting with him and his team Friday night. I’ve cleared the decks—put all your other projects on hold. Well… except the prince ofPersefia.”

I nod slowly, the weight of it settling… until something hits me. I freeze mid-movement as I start to stand. “Wait. All my projects?”