"He’s going to know I’m not just a BIMBO."
Mercedes Clover was whining again and Brad breathed deeply, centering himself while they waited for the defendent and his counsel in the conference room. It was becoming clear why Ms. Clover's movies lacked dialogue. "He, like, has to respect me. Give me MY money and, yeah, say I'm smart. In front of everybody." Brad pretended to write down her demands.
"Look. I think the best thing we can hope for is a financial settlement. The show's already aired on cable. They can't very well go back and add you as creator and executive producer - " She actually stamped her foot, her spiked heel foot, her enormous chest heaving. Brad cringed at the very idea of having a porn star for a client and started to get up to close the door. Denny was standing in it, mesmerized. "Denny. C'mon. Please?" Brad scooted him out and turned back to see Ms. Clover stand up and start adjusting her silver miniskirt when he heard the elevator.
"Okay. Here we go. Remember what I said. Don't talk. Let me do all the talking." Brad was curious to meet the legendary television producer. According to Mercedes, um - Ms. Clover - he had used her idea for an action series based on her life as a porn star and it had become a hit. She'd been uncermoniously ushered out of his mansion and his life and she wanted revenge. Brad hoped opposing counsel was fair-minded but he was prepared to be tough on him.
He set his jaw and turned to face the adversaries. First, the producer. Brad shook his hand, nodding, and gestured to a chair. He turned back to acknowlege counsel -
His heart nearly stopped. "Jamie?" What the - ?"
Mercedes Clover was whining again and Brad breathed deeply, centering himself while they waited for the defendent and his counsel in the conference room. It was becoming clear why Ms. Clover's movies lacked dialogue. "He, like, has to respect me. Give me MY money and, yeah, say I'm smart. In front of everybody." Brad pretended to write down her demands.
"Look. I think the best thing we can hope for is a financial settlement. The show's already aired on cable. They can't very well go back and add you as creator and executive producer - " She actually stamped her foot, her spiked heel foot, her enormous chest heaving. Brad cringed at the very idea of having a porn star for a client and started to get up to close the door. Denny was standing in it, mesmerized. "Denny. C'mon. Please?" Brad scooted him out and turned back to see Ms. Clover stand up and start adjusting her silver miniskirt when he heard the elevator.
"Okay. Here we go. Remember what I said. Don't talk. Let me do all the talking." Brad was curious to meet the legendary television producer. According to Mercedes, um - Ms. Clover - he had used her idea for an action series based on her life as a porn star and it had become a hit. She'd been uncermoniously ushered out of his mansion and his life and she wanted revenge. Brad hoped opposing counsel was fair-minded but he was prepared to be tough on him.
He set his jaw and turned to face the adversaries. First, the producer. Brad shook his hand, nodding, and gestured to a chair. He turned back to acknowlege counsel -
His heart nearly stopped. "Jamie?" What the - ?"
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