Chapter 15 The Art of Being A Wallflower
Mason sat at his desk, drumming his fingers on the dark polished oak. In front of him lay a stack of paper. Ines's script.
He'd given her his word that he would read it, and he meant to. But reading scripts were something he did on the weekend. On Sunday afternoons while sipping a cold drink by the pool. He was a busy man, after all. Investments needed to be managed, and money grown. There were people to see, calls to make, and meetings to attend.
And he had a date. The benefit dinner for the L.A. Modern Art Museum was in an hour, and he would be attending it with the lovely Lilli Zhou on his arm.
What he was not doing was obsessing over a script.
Whether or not Ines had any promise as a writer was something for another day. After all, it was n
