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looked both awestruck and half-terrified. This was going to
be one hell of a show if her performance in the green room had been anything to
go by. He knew she’d stayed just to avoid a messy lawsuit that reneging on her
agreement would ultimately bring, and judging by her expression she wasn’t
going to make it easy on him.
The crowd didn’t
seem to notice anything amiss, and when she turned to face them, it was with a
broad smile and a regal bow that was anything but humble. Finally they were
seated.
“Thank you for
agreeing to be here today, Loretta,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have
missed it for the world!” she said sweetly, but her eyes held a different
message. Or at least, the half million dollars it might have cost me to get
out of it you jerk!
Thorne knew he’d
accurately read her expression, and hurried on to his first question.
Soon, he found
himself wondering why he hadn’t become an architect as his parents had
advocated. Working in his own office, designing buildings, even wrestling with
building codes and difficult contractors sounded like a lot more fun, and less
stressful than what he was going through right now. He’d loved his career until
now. Funny how one profoundly difficult female could change his perception of
his entire career. Their confrontation in the green room had been something
else, he’d returned later to go over some of the questions with her, but she’d
been irate. While he’d met spoiled stars before, they had never been
malevolent, but this lady, well, she was no lady. And now each and every
question was answered in monosyllables. Perhaps it was time to wrest control of
the situation.
Enough.
Thorne’s eyes
met hers, and in them he could see the light of victory, she hadn’t wanted to
stay, she hated him, and was doing her best to make this the most difficult
interview of his life. He’d gone through an hour’s worth of questions in less
than ten minutes.
Finally he
stood, with a slight signal to the male assistants, who, though bewildered at
being summoned before the first commercial break, obediently stepped forward to
perform their assigned role. They stood one on each side of her chair. Loretta
looked up at them in surprise, the interview wasn’t over yet, or was it?
“Ladies and
gentlemen,though it pains me to bring this interview to a close, I’m
afraid I must.”
Thorne turned
holding out a firm hand to the bewildered star who merely stared at it, her
puzzled expression plastered across every monitor in the studio. “Despite her
heroic efforts to continue this interview, Miss Lindstrom arrived here today
suffering the agonies of an intense migraine, it is evident even now—great
actress though she is—that she is having trouble speaking to us. But as she
informed me in the green room, she would not wish to disappoint you for the
world!” This brought a resounding round of applause from the grateful audience,
who rose to their feet in appreciation. “But now, with our heartfelt thanks, I
feel we should send this great lady on her way, her doctor is at this moment
awaiting her at her home.”
Reluctantly
Loretta placed her hand in his, rising to her feet as the two solicitous young
men escorted her from the stage.
Vance, Thorne’s
producer was motioning wildly from the sidelines as the crowd continued to
applaud until Loretta was finally out of sight. Sweet satisfaction coursed through
him, making him momentarily euphoric as he announced that they were going to
commercial break.
“Are you mad?”
Vance spat out, his eyes bulging in a vague impression of Loretta’s pug, as
Thorne stepped off to the side to confer with the aggrieved executive.
“No,” Thorne
grinned, “But I would’ve been, to try to continue that interview!”
“You’re the one
who insisted on going live! If you thought there was a problem we could have
taped…” Vance ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “You have two minutes
to come up with a way to fill the
be one hell of a show if her performance in the green room had been anything to
go by. He knew she’d stayed just to avoid a messy lawsuit that reneging on her
agreement would ultimately bring, and judging by her expression she wasn’t
going to make it easy on him.
The crowd didn’t
seem to notice anything amiss, and when she turned to face them, it was with a
broad smile and a regal bow that was anything but humble. Finally they were
seated.
“Thank you for
agreeing to be here today, Loretta,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have
missed it for the world!” she said sweetly, but her eyes held a different
message. Or at least, the half million dollars it might have cost me to get
out of it you jerk!
Thorne knew he’d
accurately read her expression, and hurried on to his first question.
Soon, he found
himself wondering why he hadn’t become an architect as his parents had
advocated. Working in his own office, designing buildings, even wrestling with
building codes and difficult contractors sounded like a lot more fun, and less
stressful than what he was going through right now. He’d loved his career until
now. Funny how one profoundly difficult female could change his perception of
his entire career. Their confrontation in the green room had been something
else, he’d returned later to go over some of the questions with her, but she’d
been irate. While he’d met spoiled stars before, they had never been
malevolent, but this lady, well, she was no lady. And now each and every
question was answered in monosyllables. Perhaps it was time to wrest control of
the situation.
Enough.
Thorne’s eyes
met hers, and in them he could see the light of victory, she hadn’t wanted to
stay, she hated him, and was doing her best to make this the most difficult
interview of his life. He’d gone through an hour’s worth of questions in less
than ten minutes.
Finally he
stood, with a slight signal to the male assistants, who, though bewildered at
being summoned before the first commercial break, obediently stepped forward to
perform their assigned role. They stood one on each side of her chair. Loretta
looked up at them in surprise, the interview wasn’t over yet, or was it?
“Ladies and
gentlemen,though it pains me to bring this interview to a close, I’m
afraid I must.”
Thorne turned
holding out a firm hand to the bewildered star who merely stared at it, her
puzzled expression plastered across every monitor in the studio. “Despite her
heroic efforts to continue this interview, Miss Lindstrom arrived here today
suffering the agonies of an intense migraine, it is evident even now—great
actress though she is—that she is having trouble speaking to us. But as she
informed me in the green room, she would not wish to disappoint you for the
world!” This brought a resounding round of applause from the grateful audience,
who rose to their feet in appreciation. “But now, with our heartfelt thanks, I
feel we should send this great lady on her way, her doctor is at this moment
awaiting her at her home.”
Reluctantly
Loretta placed her hand in his, rising to her feet as the two solicitous young
men escorted her from the stage.
Vance, Thorne’s
producer was motioning wildly from the sidelines as the crowd continued to
applaud until Loretta was finally out of sight. Sweet satisfaction coursed through
him, making him momentarily euphoric as he announced that they were going to
commercial break.
“Are you mad?”
Vance spat out, his eyes bulging in a vague impression of Loretta’s pug, as
Thorne stepped off to the side to confer with the aggrieved executive.
“No,” Thorne
grinned, “But I would’ve been, to try to continue that interview!”
“You’re the one
who insisted on going live! If you thought there was a problem we could have
taped…” Vance ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “You have two minutes
to come up with a way to fill the
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