Chapter Thirteen
Katie was alone in Post Production. No Ray. She sat at her station, booted up and then inserted her disc and checked to make sure it played properly. Tiger came in a minute later and pulled a chair around.
“Okay. Let’s have a look. We only need two or three seconds to whet the buyer’s appetite. I want to give them something but not too much, understand? You can fast forward through the opening sequence.”
Katie, feeling more comfortable after several days with the iMac, worked the mouse. Together they watched Monica, naked to the waist, striding about the court and batting the ball to Biff’s weak side. She missed, turned to the camera and dropped her racket. Monica pulled down her underpants.
“That’s it,” Tiger exclaimed. “Check the counter.”
“Fourteen minutes, fifty s
