Chapter 6

The next morning, rain hit the window of Eleanor's Brooklyn apartment.

She sat at her cheap desk and turned on the webcam of her encrypted laptop.

The face of Brenda Fletcher, Tristan's powerhouse agent, popped onto the screen. The background was a sun-drenched Beverly Hills office.

Brenda didn't say hello. Her bright red lips moved with lethal precision.

"The agency is terminating your rehearsal contract," Brenda stated.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. She tapped her keyboard, pulling up the milestone payment clauses of her contract.

Brenda explained that Tristan had called her at 2 AM. He was having a total meltdown. He was crying about hurting Eleanor.

Brenda leaned closer to her camera. She accused Eleanor of creating a toxic psychological dependency. Tristan was projecting real feelings onto a paid contractor, and it was ruining his ability to act with his actual co-stars.

Brenda had to cut the cancer out before it became a scandal.

She emailed Eleanor a digital termination agreement. It included a massive hush-money payout and her full salary for the next three months.

Brenda stared at the screen, waiting for Eleanor to cry, beg, or act heartbroken. Tristan was the fantasy of millions of women.

Eleanor calmly clicked the email. She read the payout amount. A genuine spark of satisfaction lit up her eyes.

She picked up her stylus. She didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. She signed the digital document and hit send.

Brenda watched the signed contract pop up in her system. Her jaw dropped. All her threats died in her throat.

Eleanor gave the camera a flawless, polite smile. "Thank you for your generosity, Brenda. I wish Tristan the best on his shoot."

Suddenly, the door to Brenda's office flew open.

Tristan shoved past an assistant and burst into the camera frame. He had clearly taken a red-eye flight to LA. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes. He looked completely unhinged, gripping a crumpled copy of his rehearsal schedule.

He saw Eleanor on the screen and his eyes widened in panic.

"Don't sign it!" Tristan screamed at the monitor. He slammed his hands on Brenda's desk, glaring at his agent. "I know what you did, Brenda! You swapped the prop glass for real crystal to sabotage her! You tried to maim her just to get her off my payroll!"

Brenda coldly held up her tablet, completely ignoring his paranoid, sleep-deprived conspiracy theory, showing him the signed contract. "It's done, Tristan. You're delusional. It was an accident."

Tristan stared at Eleanor's calm face. His voice broke, his manic energy instantly deflating into desperate sorrow. "Why didn't you even try to fight for us? She set you up and you're just letting her win?"

Eleanor looked at the broken movie star. She felt absolutely nothing. But she knew she needed a perfect exit to ensure the final wire transfer cleared.

She lowered her eyelashes. She dropped her voice into a raspy, suppressed whisper.

"I'm just a contractor, Tristan," she said softly. "I can't be the rock that sinks your career."

She slowly lifted her right arm. She used her left hand to gently stroke the fabric where she had "bled" yesterday, acting as if the phantom pain was still there.

Tristan saw the movement. His pupils dilated in horror.

His brain instantly wrote a tragic script: She is sacrificing her own heart to protect my future. She is hiding her pain because she loves me.

He covered his face with his hands and collapsed into the chair next to Brenda's desk. He sobbed, crushed by his inability to protect the woman he loved.

Brenda frowned, sensing something manipulative in Eleanor's tone, but she had what she wanted.

Eleanor didn't say another word. She clicked the red button and killed the call. The screen went black.

She leaned back in her chair and exhaled. Two massive clients fired her in two days.

She opened her banking app. She watched the two massive severance wires hit her account. A real, ambitious smile spread across her face.

She dragged Tristan's file into the "Completed" folder.

Her eyes locked onto the only name left on her active list: Silas Calloway.