CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Stu Cole walked briskly down the halls of ABS to his suite of offices on the third floor of the executive building. He felt good after firing Sid Baker. It was a tough job letting a producer go after so many years he had tried to save you money, but it was all over now and Stu was relieved. He had a little heart burn when he entered his outer office.
"Get me an Alka Selzer, Miss Cronin," he snapped, walking straight through to his own plush office. He opened the thick door and went to his desk.
His room looked like one of the sets they used in the high-budget, elaborate movies. There were drapes streaming down the wall to thick carpet on the hard wood floors. There were original paintings from all over the world hanging on the dark wood paneled walls. His desk was a thi
