Page 213 of My Five Daddies

“You’d do that?” sheasks.

I hesitate. “Sure,” I say. “Look, you’re a talented actress. I don’t like this situation we’re in, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still beprofessional.”

She looks a little surprised and I don’t blame her. She probably expects me to fucking hate her, like I genuinely do, but fortunately I’m a good actor,too.

“That’d be great,” she says to me. “Would you mind… would you mind sending me thatscript?”

Jackpot. I nod slowly. “I will,” I say. “And I’ll get you a meeting withMickey.”

“Great, Jackson. I appreciatethat.”

“But if you sign on to this and Mickey takes you as a client, we’refinished.”

She locks eyes with me and for a second, I think she can see through what I’m doing. I mean, I need to make this play now, and I can’t really wait. But for a second I think she realizes that this was the plan from thestart.

“That could be a good deal,” she says after a second. “Get me Mickey and make sure this script has funding. And then we’lltalk.”

“Funding?” I askher.

She laughs. “I’m not signing on to some nothing script. Get me a studio and some backing and I’ll do it. Then we can befinished.”

I take a sharp breath before nodding. “Fine,” I say. “It’s a deal. I’ll have Mickey callyou.”

“Great.” She smiles at me sweetly. “See, you’re not so bad, Jacky-boy. If you play ball, I can be nice,too.”

I want to kick her in the fucking uterus but I just nod and leave the trailer instead. She fucking drives me insane, but at least we’re gettingsomewhere.

That went pretty well. She didn’t turn me down outright, which is more than I could have hoped for, honestly. Now I have to find some funding for this script andfast.

I get out my cell and call Mickey. He answers on the secondring.

“Mickey,” I say. “I got somenews.”

“Good,” he says to me. “Been a weird fuckingday.”

“You good?” I askhim.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m always good. What’sup?”

“Holly Hart is looking for some new representation and I put your name in therunning.”

I can see the dollar signs appearing in his mind. “That’s fucking awesome,” he says to me. “She’s another up and comer. I think she haspotential.”

“Good. There’s a catchthough.”

He groans. “Always a fuckingcatch.”

“There’s this script she likes. She wants you to find some funding forit.”

“Funding?” he asks me. “What’s this script? I haven’t heard of any fuckingscript.”

“It’s by the same girl that wrote the movie we’re doing,” I tell him as I head toward set. “She wants to do it, and if you can make that happen, you’re heragent.”

Mickey doesn’t respond right away, which surprises me. This seems like a fucking solid deal for him. Get a new, hot actress, and sell a damn movie in the process. He’ll make a lot of money onthis.

“Yeah, sure, okay, Jackson,” he says to me. “I can do that. So what’s in this foryou?”

“If you pull this off, she’ll let me end this stupid fake relationship, and we can get back to doing realwork.”

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