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Authors: J. Emily Steen
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ahead of us into the restaurant, scoped it out quickly, then returned to park the car in a better place.
Archer offered his arm for me to put mine through, and we walked into the restaurant. It was a pretty upscale place, and lots of people from the businesses close by came there for lunch. No one looked that hard at us, which was probably mainly because Archer was dressed in jeans and a checkered shirt, none of them too fancy. And he was still wearing his baseball cap and sunglasses.
“They're usually two people, a driver and a bodyguard. Now there's only Magnus. He doesn't like to leave either us or the car alone. But since he has to choose, he will stay with the car, while keeping an eye out for people coming into the restaurant. What sometimes happens is that word will get around that someone famous is inside, and people may come here to get a look. If the place starts to fill up, unnaturally, we'll have to leave.”
We got our menus, and the waitress asked us if we wanted to start with drinks. Archer looked at me, and I ordered a bottle of water. Then he said “the same, please,” in a voice that he made a little more gruff and hoarse than usual. I noticed that the waitress did look at him a little weird. Or maybe it was my imagination.
“So this is where you hang out?” he asked me, looking around. It was a modern building with many large windows along one side and a round gas fireplace in the middle. It was very bright and airy.
“Not really. This is a little out of my price range. I've been here a couple of times with my parents, that's all. That was years ago.”
“Mhm. It's very nice. So you actually grew up in this town?”
“Yes. Is there something wrong with it?”
Hey, no one criticizes my home town. Except me, of course.
“I don't know. Didn't see anything bad yet. Just nice things so far. Well, I've hardly left the sound stage while I've been here. So it's very nice of you to show me something more. Although you were hard to convince to come through on our agreement.” He looked at me and lifted his eyebrows a little, as if wanting an explanation.
“Well... I got the feeling that you might have better things to do with your time,” I lied.
He was not falling for it. Man, he sure could make his face look sarcastic.
“Riiight. Did someone give you some strange ideas about the whole thing? Like, say, a certain co-star?”
I looked out the window. That whole encounter with Lisa still created a stinging sensation in my eyes.
“Maybe.”
“Uh huh. I saw her staring in our direction when you wanted to leave without going to lunch. And I thought that maybe she had said something to you. Did she?”
I sighed, still looking out the window.
“She said... a couple of things. Including that you only invited me to the shoot because you were afraid I'd sue. After Alfredo scratched me.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“Right. That makes sense. I'm sure some people would think that way. Lisa probably would, since that idea even occurred to her.”
“You don't think like that?”
“I suppose I would have to, in some circumstances. But not because of what happened this morning. I was briefed by the legal team from the studio before I even met Alfredo. Lisa was too, by the way. They made sure everyone was very well covered legally. The studio is not legally responsible for Alfredo, and neither am I. It's a complicated structure that pretty much takes away all the problems of walking an ocelot through public areas. They would never had let me loose with a wild animal if they hadn't covered every angle. Actually, they told me that if Alfredo did bite or maul someone, the one thing I must not do was bring that person to the lot. That could be seen as an admission of guilt, they said, and could really start some trouble. Whatever. I'm not really that into law. But I highly doubt you had any intention of suing anyway. You don't seem to be the type.”
“I guess not. Never crossed my mind before
Archer offered his arm for me to put mine through, and we walked into the restaurant. It was a pretty upscale place, and lots of people from the businesses close by came there for lunch. No one looked that hard at us, which was probably mainly because Archer was dressed in jeans and a checkered shirt, none of them too fancy. And he was still wearing his baseball cap and sunglasses.
“They're usually two people, a driver and a bodyguard. Now there's only Magnus. He doesn't like to leave either us or the car alone. But since he has to choose, he will stay with the car, while keeping an eye out for people coming into the restaurant. What sometimes happens is that word will get around that someone famous is inside, and people may come here to get a look. If the place starts to fill up, unnaturally, we'll have to leave.”
We got our menus, and the waitress asked us if we wanted to start with drinks. Archer looked at me, and I ordered a bottle of water. Then he said “the same, please,” in a voice that he made a little more gruff and hoarse than usual. I noticed that the waitress did look at him a little weird. Or maybe it was my imagination.
“So this is where you hang out?” he asked me, looking around. It was a modern building with many large windows along one side and a round gas fireplace in the middle. It was very bright and airy.
“Not really. This is a little out of my price range. I've been here a couple of times with my parents, that's all. That was years ago.”
“Mhm. It's very nice. So you actually grew up in this town?”
“Yes. Is there something wrong with it?”
Hey, no one criticizes my home town. Except me, of course.
“I don't know. Didn't see anything bad yet. Just nice things so far. Well, I've hardly left the sound stage while I've been here. So it's very nice of you to show me something more. Although you were hard to convince to come through on our agreement.” He looked at me and lifted his eyebrows a little, as if wanting an explanation.
“Well... I got the feeling that you might have better things to do with your time,” I lied.
He was not falling for it. Man, he sure could make his face look sarcastic.
“Riiight. Did someone give you some strange ideas about the whole thing? Like, say, a certain co-star?”
I looked out the window. That whole encounter with Lisa still created a stinging sensation in my eyes.
“Maybe.”
“Uh huh. I saw her staring in our direction when you wanted to leave without going to lunch. And I thought that maybe she had said something to you. Did she?”
I sighed, still looking out the window.
“She said... a couple of things. Including that you only invited me to the shoot because you were afraid I'd sue. After Alfredo scratched me.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“Right. That makes sense. I'm sure some people would think that way. Lisa probably would, since that idea even occurred to her.”
“You don't think like that?”
“I suppose I would have to, in some circumstances. But not because of what happened this morning. I was briefed by the legal team from the studio before I even met Alfredo. Lisa was too, by the way. They made sure everyone was very well covered legally. The studio is not legally responsible for Alfredo, and neither am I. It's a complicated structure that pretty much takes away all the problems of walking an ocelot through public areas. They would never had let me loose with a wild animal if they hadn't covered every angle. Actually, they told me that if Alfredo did bite or maul someone, the one thing I must not do was bring that person to the lot. That could be seen as an admission of guilt, they said, and could really start some trouble. Whatever. I'm not really that into law. But I highly doubt you had any intention of suing anyway. You don't seem to be the type.”
“I guess not. Never crossed my mind before
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