Sarah will meet Darien herself.

She didn't like thinking about this,m. She hated even the idea of it. But Sarah knew that if she wanted this story to die, then she would have to go right to the source, and the source wasn't some photographer who had kept his mouth shut for over six months already. The paparazzi didn't wait to break stories, they jumped on them while they were still hot. That meant that this was coming from somewhere else, and Sarah knew exactly who that someone had to be.

She had hoped that she would never have to see Darien again in her life. Awards shows and red carpets were one thing, but a face to face conversation was another. Maybe this had been his plan all along. She wouldn't put it past him, the manipulative bastard. But this was something she knew she had to do, and she knew she had to do it herself. Darien wouldn't talk to anyone else on her team.

"I'll take care of it," she said to Wallis, pretending to be calm.

Wallis cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he said. She couldn't blame him for being suspicious. That didn't mean she would explain everything that was going on, either, though.

"I said I'll take care of it," Sarah snapped. "Can you give me a few minutes?" She felt like she was red in the face. Only Darien could get her worked up like this, and she had had plenty of bad break ups before. What was it about him that made her so angry?

"Sure, champ," Wallis said. "The car will be here soon. Take your time, I'll see you later."

He had his phone out as he walked out of the room-- one of those old clamshell types. He was trying to look busy for Silas and Amity outside. Somehow Wallis was the one manager in LA who hadn't switched over to an iPhone years ago. He was on the line with someone before the door even closed.

Sarah grabbed her own phone from her purse, where she'd left it by the mirrors. Darien's number had been long since deleted from her phone, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to delete her conversations with him. The number was still there, lurking at the very bottom of her list of conversations.

"We need to talk," she texted him. "Where and when can we meet?"

Sarah stood up. She was definitely having that bottle of wine now.