CHAPTER TEN
Several days after my meeting with Theo Gray, I called to inform him that, just as I suspected, doing the interview at his Caribbean estate was out of the question with our current budget. I suggested he reconsider doing the interview from his penthouse, or even his gallery. His office alone would make for fascinating viewing.
“Ms. Montgomery, I’m not interested in compromising my own vision. Is it clear that you’ll do the interview yourself, should the money for the production become available?”
“Well, yes, I suppose that is not as problematic as the funding for this project. But—”
“This is good,” he interrupted my next thought. “I’ll be in touch with the dates I’ll be available.”
He hung up before I could speak again.
Left flustered by this mystery man, I chose to let t
