“I mean, it could be nothing,” Ines said, shrugging. “I’m hopeful, yes, but.”
“Are you kidding?” Brandon said. “That’s huge. If this guy knows the right people... Who is he by the way?”
Ines felt her cheeks grow warm. “Uhm... Mason Kilborne.”
Brandon leaned back against the couch and gave a low whistle. “Wow Mr. Moneybags himself.” He shook his head. “Sorry, that’s what my manager calls him sometimes. How the hell did you get Mason Kilborne to shop your script around?”
"He liked it, I guess?" He did, didn't he? It wasn't as though he was only helping her because she was his girlfriend...
She took a large drink from her mug of hot tea to swallow the lump in her throat.
Caprica and Miles had gone to bed a little after dinner. They both had jobs they needed to be up early for. Daria had
