I finally have my foot in the door—Hollywood, here I come!
But there’s a problem: Adam Thorne. My grumpy director boss who speaks exclusively in sarcasm and thinks I’m an idiot. He said I was like one of those singing Christmas toys that never run out of battery.
But when the film goes off the rails, I have to win him over and convince him to stay. I’ve given up everything, including a career in medicine, to see my name in the rolling credits. But working with Adam is no easy task—and neither is ignoring how sexy he is.