If there is anything that tells me the truth, it's my instincts, not Michael and his cheap lies. I still don't believe what he said about not having anything with Vanessa, nor do I believe Vanessa, who insisted that there was nothing going on.
The way her head was bent as she confirmed that the accusation was false says a lot.
Even though my mind is still unsettled about the whole thing, I won't allow it to distract me from studying my script for the final day of shooting on set.
But one thing keeps coming up in my mind, there is an eye on me. Someone is watching from somewhere on this set.
I look up and glance around the area. When I can't see anything suspicious, my eyes return to the script.
"Hey James," I call my co-actor who is also busy studying his script.
"Yeah, princess?" he replies with his signature cute smile.
"Are there any unauthorized persons on this set with us?"
"What do you mean by unauthorized?"