"If you still don't trust me, how about I leave my ID card with you? Would that work?"
I dug out my ID card and placed it on the table.
I looked at him expectantly. "Can I?"
Emilio averted his gaze and said flatly, "Just go."
Overjoyed, I didn't even care about his curt tone as I headed for the door.
But before I could touch the doorknob, hurried footsteps sounded behind me.
The next second, I was pressed against the door by Emilio.
He was gripping my hand tightly, his breathing ragged and uneven.
He asked. "Your real name is Tracy James?"
I was thoroughly confused. "Yeah, so what?"
His lips trembled as he took a step back.
He muttered, "No, it can't be. He was supposed to be a man."
"Mr. Warren, are you alright?" I asked.
Seeing his lost, bewildered expression, I was having trouble wrapping my head around what was happening.
My phone buzzed. It was probably a nagging message from Tia.
I said, "Mr. Warren, I'm going to head out now. We can talk about this when I get back."
Seeing no response from Emilio, I pushed down my lingering doubts and left.
Arriving on set, I dressed up and sat in the corner flipping through the script.
"Well, if it isn't our big star Aileen," came a sneering voice.