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The trailer door slaloves I usedinto the seat offered ”

An assistant followed, shoving a paper coffee cup in his hands while scanning the daily schedule My assistant, Lea, hovered nearby with tools in her hands To the untrained eye, they looked a little like torture devices

“Goodactor Despite the tired circles under his eyes, he was still strikingly handso chipper today”

“These 5 a to killto block me and everyone else out

“You’re twenty years old, lack of sleep won’t kill you Partying all night at the Paper Plane h”

He cracked an eye, giving ent in the first place “How do you knoas at Paper Plane?”

I shook my head and prepped his face with toner Paper Plane was a local bar--which RJ was too young to go to, but I supposed rules were bent for celebrities “I learned a long ti in theabout you—or if they are, that it’s not going to destroy your life”

He perked up a little and his assistant handed him one of the three phones he carried for various aspects of his job His thu on one of him huddled in the corner with a faceless blonde Our eyes e h with makeup and supplies “Shit”

“Sorry,” I said, feeling awith a heavy dose of the fact he should know better I felt a million years older than this kid Wiser Yet he was the one ot paid to turn him into a monster every week

RJ ot it I’d been there, just on a lue and a brush and started oncreature

I’d slathered on the first coat when he eyed me and asked, “How could a wo about social media scandal?”

I snorted “Trust me, I know more than you’d think”

“Explain”