over the tarmac at LAX as Kinsl
iversal Studios Hollywood, wearing a tailored charcoal pantsu
ors of the primary productio
ion designers, and union reps instantly died down. The e
e desk, a wide grin spreading across his tanned face.
s deep voice carrying clear across
over the blueprints and continuity boards pinned to the cork
Kinsley said smoothly. "Show me t
r, hurried over with a thick leather
" Emma said, pointing to a highlighted line at the top. "We
ed at the bold red text: Blair Jo
Kinsley's lips. She tapped th
her tone entirely neutral. "How
ed his throa
cker personally signed the term sheet with the studio board. He dem
nder onto the glass t
ould buy vanity projects for their mistresses," Kinsley said, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp
neasy, shifti
calling every hour. If we don't give her a VIP privat
to Emma's eyes, her expres
t matters. If Miss Johnson cannot wait in line with
he room like a whip. Emma swallowed hard, nodd
Kinsley with
," Julian chuckled softly. "
ian," Kinsley replied calml
callback auditions b
in black baseball cap low over her brow, and sat in the far corner
running the front-facing evaluations. In the back, the silent woman
h Scene 14-a raw, emotionally devastat
the soundstage
off-the-shoulder white Chanel dress, oversized gradient sunglasses, and carrying a small Pomeranian in
he floor, wrinkling her nose at
he script supervisor. "There isn't even a proper green room. Where d
g director forc
rs late. Please step onto the
s, handing them to her assis
r with. We all know who's
oked up at the panel. But as her eyes swept across the darkened a
baseball cap, the sharp angle of Kinsley's jaw and
rylic-tipped finger toward the back row, h
the hell are
rear of the stage. The casting assistants sh
e armrests of her chair, watching Blair with the cold
sudden, hysterical realization seemed to dawn on her face,
elight. "Look at you! You ran away from Christian to work as a
ent dead silent.
table, pressed the red rejection button on Blair's file, and sp
s over. The exit

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