“It’s personal, Lou,” I said, because I felt like I needed to give my agent something.
Lou had been with me since the beginning of my career, and I definitely wouldn’t be the semi-popular actor getting fairly regular, well-paid work that I was if it weren’t for him. I paid him well, of course. And it was his job to take care of shit like this in addition to getting me auditions and negotiating contracts. But in the ten years he’d been representing me, we’d developed a sort of friendship. I owed him a little more than the “no comment” he was going to be giving the press.
“Fair enough,” he said after a lengthy pause. “Get some sleep. Don’t go near any windows. I’ll clean this up as best I can.”
“Thanks, Lou.”
“Yeah, yeah.”