Orlando whirled around and looked at his director, not happy with the remark. “There’s little resemblance between the two actresses, and if all you’re going to do is tell me there is, I’m going to fire you.”
“Threats get you nowhere with me,” Gray said. “Besides, you never know, we still have tomorrow morning. Maybe a sexy blonde will show up, and you can really prove me wrong.” He walked off smirking.
The next day . . .
“What is your name again?” Orlando asked, looking down and the small brunette woman sitting in his office, with a demure grin, and shoulders too stiff to look natural. Of course, she was nervous.
“Angelina Tochi.”
He looked back at her, eyebrows raised. “What a name.”
“You can call me Lina I suppose.”
“Good. When I’m not calling you Angelina. I rather like the ring
