Julie waved the letter. “But not this one, right?” she added.
“Wrong!”
“Lose this offer, Beck.”
“I’m deaf now, Julie!”
“Discard it!”
“I’m deaf!”
“Throw it away now!”
“I’ve been deaf for ten years now….”
Julie was a woman very high on c***k as far as I was concerned now. I almost told her I would be glad to see her check in for rehab.
“Hello,” my voice came on, having picked up my phone. I had to quickly call my agent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I got to the place where I was to meet with executives from Crème Pictures the next morning. I was informed in the letter that our talks would start by 8AM. It was 7.58 AM, so I felt glad that I had not arrived late, for it was my policy to always take appointments seriously. I pulled up in front of the house that carried the number in the address wit
