Chapter 6
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The next morning
“Stop skulking and smile a little a bit.”
“Are you going to tell me to hike up my skirt next, maybe show a little leg?” I ask Marilyn.
The brunette smiles back. “If that’s what it takes.”
Her smile is short-lived. My own is non-existent. I hate this sort of office. Hate it with every fiber of my f*****g being. See, it’s places like this that are more ego temples than anything, more self-serving shrines to the person who sits in it than to any sort of work or endeavor in the first place.
TV production must pay well. The plaques on the expensive walls tell me so.
Reed Hutton has made a name for himself, that’s for sure. And it’s clear that he wants every office visitor to know it, to be so inundated with his success that you choke on it. A wrist-slitt
