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“You’ll be working with Chris Evans. His personal assistant was forced to-“ blah, blah, blah.
Sure, she knew who he was. She had been a fan of the Marvel movies ever since she had been introduced to them by one of her best friends in her sophomore year of college.
But never in a million years did she think that she would be working with one of the men on her T.V. screen.
“Okay.” She answered, clearing her throat.
“You’ll meet him in London, where they are shooting on location and stay with him ‘til they wrap.”
“How long is that exactly?” she asked, flipping through her stack of papers.
“Almost four months.” The supervisor answered, making her chocolate brown eyes nearly bug out of her head. She hoped Scott would be fine with looking after the apartment and Sophie for so long.
“Mr. Evans is already across the country in Boston with his family, so he will be meeting you in London.” Meeting in London? That’ll be an interesting day. “You’ll be staying in the same hotel as him, just down the hall. In a way, you will be indispensable to him.”
She nodded nervously, her leg bouncing up and down. It wasn’t that she was nervous of the situation; it was more that she was nervous to meet him. What was he like? Was he as good as his publicist made him out to be? Was he the sweet, funny man that girls swooned over?
“Here is your packet of information. Your plan tickets, reservations, and contacts are all in there.” Her supervisor finished, smiling. “Thank you for doing this, Holly. You’re a gem.” Holly nodded, saying her thanks. She was overwhelmed to stay the least.
After interning for Disney, she had been taken on full-time as a public relations assistant. Due to budget cuts, however, they had cut her position along with a few others. They had brought her back as a company assistant, who would be at the disposal of whichever actor they assigned her to.
In her case, it was Chris Evans.
Her feet moved on their own accord as she headed for the parking lot. She looked down at the file, smoothing her free, sweaty hand on her black pencil skirt. Her movements mechanical, she stuffed the file in her bag and dug around for her keys. Her fingers fumbled through the keyring, locating the key to her 2002 Pontiac Firebird, affectionately named Frank.
Her only goal was to get home and make a nice dinner for herself so she could calm herself down and organize her thoughts. She had gone from zero to sixty within five seconds.
She drove mechanically, chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. As she pulled into her apartment complex, she exhaled a lungful of air. Scotty was going to be disappointed that he would be left to take care of the apartment by himself.
Her keys jingled as she piled the file into her arms and slung her bag over her shoulder. Trudging up three flights of stairs, she jostled her bag and the folder under her arm, looking for her keys. She heard her funny companion bark on the other side of the door.
“I’m comin’.” The door opened to reveal her brother, who grinned.
“Hey, sis. Sup?” he asked, taking the file as she thrust it into his empty hands. She quietly closed the door behind her, scratching Sophie’s ears meditatively. “Wow. Is this for real?”
“Yep. Ship out next week.” She answered quietly. “Are you okay with it?”
Yeah. I think Soph and I can manage.” He smiled, setting the file aside on their coffee table.
“It’s so long. Are you sure?”
“Of course. You gotta do what you gotta do. This is one of those life-changing moments that we were talking about the other day.” Scotty was grinning now. “Besides, Chris Evans? Even I have a little bit of a man-crush on him.” Holly blushed and laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows.
“It’ll be strictly business… friends at the most.” She assured him, heading to the kitchen to start their dinner. Sophie trotted behind her, metal ID tags jingling happily.
“So, you want me to drive you to the airport on Monday?” he asked, popping a beer open for her.
“That’d be great, Scotty. Thanks.” Her nervousness began to dissipate.
And that’s how their story began.