Chapter Ten
Rex had stormed from the production meeting with all the aplomb of a charging rhinoceros.
Chay had changed her show! Rewritten it, juggled the dance sequences, ruined everything. No one appreciated her work: Not Bobby, not Chay, not any of the dancers. Rex spent the next couple of days at home trying to decide how best to sabotage the dance company. She finally came to her senses and appeared in the dressing room on the third morning. The fact that her landlady was hammering at her door may have had a lot to do with her decision.
She arrived for work looking like she had consumed the better part of a case of vodka, hadn’t slept, and had raided the laundry hamper in search of something to wear.
After the initial disappointment had worn off, Rex, by all outward appearances se
