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Eleanor and he doubted it. The Ice Queen
was all business, always had been.
‘We should be clear, after that briefing you just gave us,’ Campbell replied.
Sam grinned. He’d had them all meet at SKI an hour earlier, just so he could hone this pitch to perfection.
,‘You got that right. Eleanor Marshall is our best shot. She’s new, she came from Marketing, she badly wants to do a deal and we badly want to help her. And if any of you assholes screws it up for me, I’m gonna give you a new one.’
Kevin Scott frowned at his boss’s language, but said nothing.
‘We won’t screw it up,’ DavidTauber said soothingly.
‘Not if you want to stay working for me,’ Kendrick confirmed grimly, unimpressed.
The SKI group walked inside the dark glass doors and Sam announced them to another receptionist, who rose in a graceful slither of Donna Karan and conducted them across acres of original-weave Persian carpet to Tom Goldman’s office.
‘That’sOK, hon, we can take it from here,’ Sam said.
‘Welcome, gentlemen, come in,’ Eleanor Marshall sad, standing to greet them.
Tauber noticed that Kendrick, Campbell and Scott almost involuntarily straightened themselves. Christ, he was doing it too! How did she do that? Maybe it was the buttermilk suit, maybe it was the sleek hair, maybe just the intelligent, modulated tones. Everything about Eleanor Marshall said lady. It wasn’t a first impression he’d had of any other woman since he’d arrived in this city.
He flashed her his deepest, sexiest smile, the one he reserved for babes already hooked up with other guys. Women had told him it made them think of his lips on
theirs. And he didn’t mean the pair located under the nose. Ms Marshall returned him a steady gaze. David snapped the smile off?.
‘Tom, Eleanor, you already know my guys, Mike from Domestic and Kevin from our script department.’ Sam ignored Kevin Scott’s imperceptible shiver of distaste. He loathed his precious literary division being called the ‘script department’. As far as Kevin was concerned, Kendrick knew, scripts were a necessary evil. But they were having a meeting with Goldman and Marshal/, for God’s sake. Maybe little David was right about Kevin… ‘And let me introduce you to David Tauber, a very bright young man, who represents two of our new clients.’
‘Mike, Kevin, David.’ Tom Goldman nodded at the three of them, polite but reserved, like a king holding court. ‘Have a seat. Sam, you know we convened this meeting so Eleanor could discuss with SKI a broad framework of what we might be looking for this season…
‘… but I take it that you already have something to pitch to us,’ Eleanor continued, gesturing at David. ‘Since you’ve brought along a specific agent.’
Sam noted the way they seemed totally at ease with each other, finishing off each other’s sentences, sharing that
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chintz couch together. Not often you saw a studio chairman and president so well attuned. He didn’t like it; strong studios, weak agents.
‘Let’s hear it,’ Goldman was saying.
‘You’re right, of course.’ Kendrick shrugged charmingly, like a little boy caught stealing apples.
‘We should know you by now, Sam,’ Eleanor Marshall said, smiling at him. They had been old sparring partners from her marketing days; Sam had always wanted huge promotion guarantees for his stars, and Eleanor had always fought to keep the spend down. Eleanor had usually won.
‘Well, Sam Kendrick now represents two new stars and we want to build a ftlm around them,’ Sam said.
‘We have a number of very established actors who ‘ would be perfect in support roles. We think this could be
huge,’ Mike Campbell chimed in. ‘We’re looking at a
motion picture that will appeal to kids and their parents.’ ‘Who?’ asked Eleanor Marshall, bluntly.
‘David signed them, so I think he should do the honours,’ Sam said expansively. ‘You guys are absolutely th first to
was all business, always had been.
‘We should be clear, after that briefing you just gave us,’ Campbell replied.
Sam grinned. He’d had them all meet at SKI an hour earlier, just so he could hone this pitch to perfection.
,‘You got that right. Eleanor Marshall is our best shot. She’s new, she came from Marketing, she badly wants to do a deal and we badly want to help her. And if any of you assholes screws it up for me, I’m gonna give you a new one.’
Kevin Scott frowned at his boss’s language, but said nothing.
‘We won’t screw it up,’ DavidTauber said soothingly.
‘Not if you want to stay working for me,’ Kendrick confirmed grimly, unimpressed.
The SKI group walked inside the dark glass doors and Sam announced them to another receptionist, who rose in a graceful slither of Donna Karan and conducted them across acres of original-weave Persian carpet to Tom Goldman’s office.
‘That’sOK, hon, we can take it from here,’ Sam said.
‘Welcome, gentlemen, come in,’ Eleanor Marshall sad, standing to greet them.
Tauber noticed that Kendrick, Campbell and Scott almost involuntarily straightened themselves. Christ, he was doing it too! How did she do that? Maybe it was the buttermilk suit, maybe it was the sleek hair, maybe just the intelligent, modulated tones. Everything about Eleanor Marshall said lady. It wasn’t a first impression he’d had of any other woman since he’d arrived in this city.
He flashed her his deepest, sexiest smile, the one he reserved for babes already hooked up with other guys. Women had told him it made them think of his lips on
theirs. And he didn’t mean the pair located under the nose. Ms Marshall returned him a steady gaze. David snapped the smile off?.
‘Tom, Eleanor, you already know my guys, Mike from Domestic and Kevin from our script department.’ Sam ignored Kevin Scott’s imperceptible shiver of distaste. He loathed his precious literary division being called the ‘script department’. As far as Kevin was concerned, Kendrick knew, scripts were a necessary evil. But they were having a meeting with Goldman and Marshal/, for God’s sake. Maybe little David was right about Kevin… ‘And let me introduce you to David Tauber, a very bright young man, who represents two of our new clients.’
‘Mike, Kevin, David.’ Tom Goldman nodded at the three of them, polite but reserved, like a king holding court. ‘Have a seat. Sam, you know we convened this meeting so Eleanor could discuss with SKI a broad framework of what we might be looking for this season…
‘… but I take it that you already have something to pitch to us,’ Eleanor continued, gesturing at David. ‘Since you’ve brought along a specific agent.’
Sam noted the way they seemed totally at ease with each other, finishing off each other’s sentences, sharing that
¸53
chintz couch together. Not often you saw a studio chairman and president so well attuned. He didn’t like it; strong studios, weak agents.
‘Let’s hear it,’ Goldman was saying.
‘You’re right, of course.’ Kendrick shrugged charmingly, like a little boy caught stealing apples.
‘We should know you by now, Sam,’ Eleanor Marshall said, smiling at him. They had been old sparring partners from her marketing days; Sam had always wanted huge promotion guarantees for his stars, and Eleanor had always fought to keep the spend down. Eleanor had usually won.
‘Well, Sam Kendrick now represents two new stars and we want to build a ftlm around them,’ Sam said.
‘We have a number of very established actors who ‘ would be perfect in support roles. We think this could be
huge,’ Mike Campbell chimed in. ‘We’re looking at a
motion picture that will appeal to kids and their parents.’ ‘Who?’ asked Eleanor Marshall, bluntly.
‘David signed them, so I think he should do the honours,’ Sam said expansively. ‘You guys are absolutely th first to
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