The Pomeranian I had been holding must have seen her slap me. It yelped in fury and lunged at her, sinking its teeth into her ankle.
Kieran and the crew rushed over, their attention diverted to Margot's injury as she cried out in anger and pain. Her eyes turned furious as she glared at the dog and she yelled at Kieran and the others, “Somebody get and kill that damn dog! Now!”
Kieran and the crew, clearly unnerved, hesitated, their gazes flickering between me and the dog. I immediately stepped forward, shielding the dog with my body and snarled, “I dare you to lay a hand on my dog.”
Margot, red-faced with rage, sneered, “What are you waiting for? Go get it! Anyone who kills that fitly creature will be the lead in my next movie.”
At her words, the crew’s eyes lit up. Several of them moved forward, eager to carry out her orders and deal with the dog.
Just then, a voice boomed from across the room.
“Stop! What the hell do you imbeciles think you’re doing?”
The harsh shout made everyone freeze in place. A well-dressed, middle-aged man exuding an air of authority strode toward us.