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“Asshole,” Isay.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it,” he says, kissing my neck, and I can’t help butsmile.

Maybe this can work. Like he said, he can do anything. If he can convince Holly to take this script, she might actually backoff.

And then what? I don’t know. But I want to findout.

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Jackson

Ireadthe script as Penelope does my makeup for the upcoming scene. It’s an action sequence plus a pretty cool stunt, one we’ve been practicing for the last few days, so I’m pretty amped forit.

But I can’t stop thinking about Tara. I should be concentrating on the very dangerous thing I’m about to do in like an hour, but that seems totally unimportant compared to trying to get Holly to take thisscript.

I actually don’t think it’s going to be that hard. The script is good, a little rough since it was written in a single night, but still good. It’s basically a female James Bond, featuring a strong ass female lead. I don’t know how the studios will feel about that, but I think they’ll be open to it. Superheroes are huge, and Wonder Woman is prettypopular.

I can already see how I’ll sell it to Holly. I just have to hope that she’s really as career-obsessed as I think she is. And that she’ll actually honor herdeal.

Otherwise, I don’t know what I’ll do. Maybe I’ll wire myself and try to get her to admit to her plan. That way I can use the tape to blackmail her in reverse. But no, that’s super convoluted and complicated. This plan is so much simpler, and it has the added bonus of really getting Holly off my back. If she has another movie to do, I don’t have to worry about her hanging around after this one is finishedfilming.

I don’t want to work with her again. And I’m definitely not working on this new Laneyscript.

Penelope finishes my makeup and I thank her. As she’s leaving, Holly comes in to get her hair done, and we’re alone for a second. I figure this is the perfectopportunity.

“You look happy,” she says to me, sitting down in front of themirror.

“I guess I am,” Isay.

“Why’sthat?”

I shrug a little. “Mickey sent me over a script this morning. It’s prettygood.”

She perks up. “What isit?”

“By the same girl that wrote this movie,” I say. “But I don’t know. I don’t think the part is right forme.”

“What’s the part?” sheasks.

“It’s the main male character, but this movie is like a female James Bond. So I’d be like… arm candy, or some shit. Not really mything.”

She raises an eyebrow. “A female JamesBond?”

“Sure. All action and strong female empowerment and shit. It’s a really good script, just not really my thing, Iguess.”

“Huh,” she says, looking into the mirror and clearly thinking. “Soundsinteresting.”

I have to keep it cool. If I push too hard, she’ll getsuspicious.

“Too bad I have to turn it down. Mickey thought it would be good for me to get my face out there in a movie like this.” I stand up from my chair and turn toward thedoor.

“Mickey thinks it’s good?” she asksme.

I pause and nod at her. “Yeah, he likesit.”

“He has a good reputation,” she muses. “I’ve been thinking about new representation, youknow.”

“Mickey might be taking on new clients,” I say with a shrug. “I can get you a meeting, if youwant.”

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