“Sue, I don’t care what he does with you—that’s your business. I only want everything to run smoothly today. Not like last time.”
Sue nodded and entered the villa. “And … action!” she heard from behind as she walked between the Indian masks, carved furniture, and primitive ancient weapons until she reached the comfortable garden sofa set beside the pool.
“Tim Cristen?” she leaned forward, extending her hand. “Is it really you?” she asked convincingly, as if the meeting with this star was some huge honour. I have to keep Jim happy, she thought, squinting at the producer. I’ll do my job perfectly with humility.
“It’s a privilege to meet you, Ms Richardson,” the man stood from his chair. Based on the picture, she thought that Cristen had reshaped his body as well, but when she saw the fat
