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“He’s Paris’s main producer.”
“Yes. And currently one of the most powerful men in the industry. We were at his party, remember?” I waggled my eyebrows. It had been the first time I’d seen Terry fuck an omega.
Terry gave me a wry smile. “How could I forget? And these files?”
“That’s the shit Carlos usually sends me, and I’m not in the mood. So instead I’m looking at the ones that came from independent sources.” I pointed at another stack of folders. “Maybe there’s something interesting there.”
“And?”
“No luck so far.”
“Can I look?”
“Sure. Knock yourself out.”
Terry picked a folder and read the summary on the first page. He chuckled merrily. “Godzilla versus Superman but in the Middle Ages. Really? I want to see that.”
“There’s only the teeniest chance any of these will make it onto the big screen.”
He took the next one, eyed it for a few seconds, and promptly added it to my discard pile. I paged through the beginning of yet another mindless action flick. It was the same all over again. I was starting to feel despondent about it. Was I stuck in people’s heads as the guy who only blew shit up but couldn’t act?
“Lothair?”
I looked up to see Terry frowning at another script. “Yes?”
“Have you readPhoenix Heistby any chance?” he asked, eyes scanning the page.
“Of course I have. It was one of my favorites as a kid.”
“They’re making a movie. Here.”
I tore the script out of his hands. My heart pounding, I paged through the proposal. “They’re offering me the role of Adalsteinn.”
“The wizard?”
“Yeah.” I was grinning like a fool. “This would be so cool, Terry.”
“Did that come through someone you know?”
“No. It looks like they’re looking for a larger production company to back them up.”
Terry raised his eyebrows at me.
“I’m going to call Allan Caspian,” I said, reaching for my phone.
“No.”
“No?”
“Call Paris first.”
I laughed. “I’m firing Carlos. You’ll be my manager instead.”
Terry rolled his eyes. “I agree with the first part.”
I shot Paris a text instead. He never answered any calls anyway, but he would get back to me eventually.
“Still no luck with the leaks?” I asked Terry.
