Chapter 52
“I have hired a scriptwriter and she’s already working on writing the full synopsis for the show plus the plot guide script for the pilot episode, the script for the host—that’s you—and the future episode guide.”
Farida aimed a nod across the table in meeting room one at Mr. Paul Arinze, one of the consultants she’d hired to help her with her reality show. A round man—that was the first phrase that came to her mind whenever she looked at him—with cheeks so round that his eyes had practically disappeared into the circles of flesh and a round body forced into an indigo-blue French suit. He was in his early fifties, never married and, according to him, never planning to. An eccentric character. On the index fingers of both hands, he wore incongruous silver rings. Eccentric, yes,
