CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was so funny to him, how easy it was to bluff his way onto a closed set. Even at night, late night, with illumination provided by floodlights set up in a sort of semi-circle.
He pushed the concessions trolley in front of him, whistling merrily as he brushed past the young, distracted intern who’d been minding the gate.
He wore a stiff, starched white jacket. He had a name tag that read Andrew. Which, of course, wasn’t his real name.
As he moved over the asphalt, pushing his trolley laden with snacks and small water bottles, he glanced across the photo shoot.
A very attractive, brunette woman was standing in the middle of it all, waving her arms like a conductor and barking like a drill sergeant.
A small green screen had been set up for her. A miniature wooden stage
