Fred came out of the shower as Clara picked up the phone.
“Hi, Donna.”
“Hi, yourself. You sound better.”
“Better than yesterday.”
“About that VP, Clara—”
“I want you to forget him, Donna. I’ve decided to let him go.”
Fred quirked an eyebrow at her, rubbing a towel over his wet hair.
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Clara. His position at the studio is stronger than I thought. I’ve been gathering data on him—”
“Keep doing that, Donna. Now I want you to approach Sony with the project and see if they’ll bite.”
Donna shifted gears smoothly. “All right. Do you want anyone in particular to direct?”
“No. Leave the choice of director up to them as a gesture of good faith. I’ll take whoever they give me, in exchange for picking up the project.”
“OK. Now, if they’re leery—”
“They won’t be
