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“I’ll do my best,” Terry replied, “but if a scene needs twenty takes, that’s what it needs.”
“I understand, and that’s why I wanted you for this film. It’s a great script and I knew you could pull it off. Stewart,” Jerry continued, stepping up to him, “I’m not trying to defame your client, but what I said is true. Terry’s getting a remarkable performance out of her, and it’s his eye and instincts, not Jennifer’s inherent skill. I believe she’ll be continuing with a different attitude now. Please do what you can to keep it that way.”
“Forgive me, Jerry, but I can’t agree that Jennifer isn’t talented,” Stewart diplomatically replied, “but I do agree Terry is an exceptional director.”
“You are obligated to defend your client. I respect that, and you, Stewart.”
“Thanks, Jerry. Regardless, I’m glad you managed to get through to her.”
The distinct sound of high heels clip-clopping across the concrete floor caught their attention. Jerry folded his arms as the beautiful actress drew near, but she didn’t look at him, instead turning her attention to the director.
“Terry, may I have a word with you in private?”
“Certainly,” Terry agreed in his clipped British accent. “Why don’t we go to your dressing room?”
“Stewart, will you be here a while?” she asked, smiling and showing off her very expensive teeth.
“Sure, Jennifer. I’ll be here when you come out.”
“John, join me in my office,” Jerry declared. “We need to go over some things.”
As Jerry and John walked away, Stewart looked across at Jennifer and Terry entering her onstage dressing room. He let out a sigh. He knew exactly what she’d be doing. Dropping to her knees, unzipping the director’s trousers, and letting her tongue make all her apologies for her.
CHAPTER NINE
SETTLING INTO A DIRECTOR’Schair, Stewart glanced at his watch. It was almost eight o’clock. Terry and Jennifer were still locked away in her dressing room. Switching gears, he wondered if Stephanie was awake yet. Not sure and not wanting to disturb her if she was still sleeping, he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a script.The Strange Bedfellow.It was a feature film he hoped would catapult Matt Montgomery from television to the big screen.
As he turned the pages, he discovered the script was good, very good, and it was perfect for Matt. A rugged private eye under the influence of the bottle is pulled from his wretched life by a gnarly police detective to help solve a puzzling crime. It was gritty and sexy, and the role would make Matt a bigger star than he already was.
He was halfway through when Jennifer’s door opened. Terry walked out wearing a wide smile, but Jennifer stood on the steps. As Stewart placed the script back in his briefcase and rose to his feet, she waved him over. He headed towards her, passing Terry on the way. They shared a nod, then a minute later Stewart entered the deluxe dressing room.
“So, Jennifer, is the war over?” he asked, sitting on the couch.
“Yes, he’s happy, thank goodness.”
“Why didn’t you make him happy in the first place?”
