“Tim Cristen?” she leaned forward, extending her hand. “Is it really you?” she asked convincingly, as if the meeting with this star was some huge honour. I have to keep Jim happy, she thought, squinting at the producer. I’ll do my job perfectly with humility.
“It’s a privilege to meet you, Ms Richardson,” the man stood from his chair. Based on the picture, she thought that Cristen had reshaped his body as well, but when she saw the fat jiggling around his waist, she knew that the surgeon’s scalpel hadn’t touched anything below his neck. “I’ve followed your show for some time now. You are endowed with great gifts.”
“Thank you, Mr Cristen. You were also born under the lucky star, judging by your career, which still continues today,” Sue said, glancing at Jim, who signalled with a wink that
