Three days had passed, and Buck was still fuming and insisting they could fund the movie Ryan and the raft of accountants who’d backed up Ryan said the company couldn’t afford the Benjamin project. If Ryan didn’t figure how to either stop him or find a way to fund the project—Buck would destroy Dream Magic, and Ryan would be out of a job. As would everyone who brought home a paycheck from this company. No wonder he left the office most days with a tension headache and spent his evenings studying how he could make the film profitable.
The phone rang, and he picked it up.
“Mr. Halloran.”
He recognized the polite, distinctive voice of Clara Dunham, his seventy-year-old secretary.
“There’s a gentleman asking to see you.” Clara lowered her voice to conspiratorial levels. Ryan strained to he
