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someone else because of
you."
    Raven felt a glimmer of foreboding but nodded
and headed up to the set. Vanessa was issuing orders to a group of
junior P.A.s, all of whom looked terrified. When she noticed him
she dispersed the crowd with a few words before stalking over to
him.
    "You're needed in Wardrobe," she said and
started walking toward a pair of cameramen.
    Raven followed her. "What have you done to
make everyone hate me, Vanessa?"
    "What?" She stopped in her tracks and turned
on him. "I haven't done anything, Raven. I had to handle a
personnel problem. If people hate you for being the cause, I can't
do anything about it."
    "Did you fire Marielle Fairchild?"
    She nodded.
    "Why the hell would you do that?"
    "She was warned not to screw around with you
-- personally, by me." Vanessa glowered at him. "I hope you enjoyed
your little blonde piece of ass, too, because I'm going to make
sure that girl never works on another set in this town."
    "And how do you know I had sex with her?"
    "I saw how you were looking at her yesterday.
I also noticed how happy she was when you picked her to run lines
with you. When I confronted her with my suspicions this morning,
she admitted to it."
    "It had to be the guard." He gave her a thin
smile. "So he wasn't there to provide security, but to spy on me
for you. I wonder what the studio will have to say about that and
your continued employment." He took out his mobile and began
scrolling through his contact list.
    "Raven, that girl has been after you since
the minute she saw you were interested. You don't need this kind of
distraction on the set. That's why I fired her. Not because you
slept with her."
    "I seduced Fairchild and then I fucked her,"
he said, enjoying the way his blunt words made her flinch, "because
I wanted her. She was gracious enough to want me back. In fact, I
fucked her for most of the night and I loved every minute of
it."
    "You're disgusting."
    "Yes, I am." He offered her his mobile. "Now
you're going to call her and apologize for whatever you said to her
this morning in front of the crew and get her back here."
    The director lifted her chin. "I'll apologize
to your little girlfriend but she's not coming back to this
production. I have the final say on who works on my crew. It's in
my contract."
    "Oh, she's not going to slave for you
anymore, Van," he advised her. "You see, my contract says that I
have final casting approval . So you're going to rehire Fairchild
as an extra, to stand-in for the lead-actress until she arrives. Or
I will shut down this film and sue your studio for breach of
contract."

Dirty Book
2

    Marielle thought getting together with her
friends at their favorite diner for coffee would help her get back
a sense of normality after losing her job. Her presence made
everyone so curious she had to tell them.
    "How could you get fired from what will be
the biggest movie of the decade?" Jilly demanded, outrage making
her blue eyes narrow.
    "Oh, you know." Marielle couldn't admit that
she'd been seduced by the film's lead actor, James Raven, or that
Vanessa Newell, the film's cold-hearted director, had made a huge,
ugly scene when she'd found out about it. "I did exactly what the
director told me not to." She tugged on the end of her long blonde
ponytail. "Then she found out and I got a pink slip."
    Jilly's jaw sagged for a moment. Her permed
brown curls bobbed as she shook her head. "Who are you and what
have you done with the Marielle I know?"
    The other P.A.s sitting with them looked just
as shocked, which made Marielle cringe a little. Her friends knew
how hard she'd worked to build her reputation as an excellent,
reliable production assistant -- and now all that might have been
for nothing. One torrid night of passion with James Raven had not
only cost her the most important job of her career but enraging the
vindictive director might prevent Marielle from ever working again
in the industry.
    At the same time she didn't regret what she'd
done. Being