Page 204 of Torrid Passion
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“Isn’t that a good thing?” he repeats.
Now he’s mocking me.
“What if she doesn’t like the script? I’ll be devastated.”
I’m this close to finishing it, but Isobel wanted to see a draft. It’s not like I was going to refuse. With Mom’s help and guidance, I got the script in shape and sent it via courier. That was last week.
“Baby, there are other options… not to mention your father owns a super successful Hollywood studio. Why are you so nervous to talk to Isobel?”
“UTV.com is where it’s at. Do you know how many awards they won during the last award season and how many they’re predicted to win this coming one?”
Trust me, he knows. I keep repeating it like a mantra.
“You kill me. Just answer the phone.”
