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d　to　a　red　leather　Eames　chair　across　from　a

paper…strewn　midcentury　modern　table。　He　poured　a　glass　for　himself　and　sank　down　into　a　desk

chair；　swiveling　it　aimlessly　before　tilting　back　and　resting　his　feet　on　the　desk。　？It？s　a　money　job；

is　all；　but　just　between　us；Breakfast　at　Fred？s　is　going　to　fucking　rule。　Don？t　tell　the　producers；

but　this　is　not　your　average　teen　flick。　I？m　thinking　Godard。　Something　human；　humorous；　and

freakingdark　。？

？Uh…huh；？　murmured　Vanessa；　sipping　her　tea。　Not　only　was　she　distracted　by　the　director？s

office　artwork？over　his　desk　hung　a　bigger…than…life…size　picture　of　the　director　him…self；

pletely　naked；　splashing　in　the　waves　with　the　bitchy　Jade　Empire　skank？but　she　hated　this

kind　of　pretentious　art　talk。

Better　get　used　to　it；　Miss　NYU　Film　School。

？So；　what　do　you　say？？　asked　Ken；　openly　picking　his　nose　and　flicking　the　findings　onto　the

floor。　？I　know　it？s　a　major　studio；　I　know　it？s　big　budget；　I　know　it？s　romantic　edy。　But　those

are　all　the　reasons　I　need　you。　I　need　your　vision　to　help　me　deliver　something　that？s　going　to

make　the　movie…going　public　sit　up　and　take　notice。　？

As　if　they　hadn？t　already。

Vanessa　stared　out　the　window　at　some　elevated　train　tracks　that　had　been　abandoned　decades

before　and　were　now　sprouting　trees　and　grass；　and　a　big　building　under　construction　on　the　next

block。　It　was　everything　she　was　against：　a　major　studio？s　romantic　edy　for　teenagers。　But

Ken　Mogulneeded　her；　how　many　ining　NYU　freshmen　could　say　the　same　thing？　Plus；　it

sounded　like　a　shitload　of　fun；　and　she　had　fuck…all　to　do　that　summer。　That　was　why　she？d　e

there　today　in　the　first　place