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passion. And when it comes to work–you got it. I don’t.”
    “That’s not true.”
    “Yeah,” Don said ruefully. “Unfortunately it is.”
    “Anyway,” Ryan said, “I should go. Whyn’t you join us for dinner tonight?”
    “Where?”
    “ Geoffrey’s . Seven-thirty. It’s my check, and Phil and Lucy are coming. Bring a date, and not someone you’re paying–Mandy’ll suss that out in two seconds flat.”
    Don laughed. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you at seven-thirty.”
     
    The moment Ryan was out of the house, Mandy called her father in New York. To her fury his pissy housekeeper refused to put him on the phone, claiming he was otherwise engaged. Mandy clicked off her phone and threw it on the couch. She hated her father’s “protectors” as she called them. He employed a whole coterie of housekeepers, assistants, drivers and bodyguards who made sure nobody could get to him unless he wanted them to.
    “ I should be the exception,” she was constantly reminding him.
    “Why’s that?” he would reply.
    “Because I’m your daughter, and that should give me privileges nobody else has.”
    Hamilton usually chuckled when she tried to elicit privileges.
    That was another thing she hated about her father–his chuckle. It had no warmth, it was a mean-spirited sound. She preferred him in serious mode. Unfortunately he spent most of their time together giving her “the chuckle.”
    “I want to marry Ryan Richards,” she’d informed him seven years ago.
    Chuckle. Chuckle.
    “I’d like to produce one of your movies with you.”
    Chuckle. Chuckle.
    “Can I get my Trust Fund early?”
    Chuckle. Chuckle.
    He never took her seriously.
    The rumor on the street was that Daddy Dearest had a new girlfriend. Mandy wasn’t too pleased about that . He’d gone through five wives, wasn’t that enough for any man?
    She’d heard about the latest girlfriend from her secret confidante, Lolly Summer, who worked for one of the major gossip sites on the Internet. In exchange for juicy tidbits about the stars, Lolly made sure to tell Mandy absolutely everything .
    After not getting through to her father, Mandy called Lolly. “Any more news?” she asked.
    “He’s throwing a dinner party tonight,” Lolly responded. “A big deal dinner party–everyone from Rudy to Trump. It promises to be quite an affair.”
    “And the purpose of this dinner party is…?”
    “I’ll let you know. I have two contacts on the guest list.”
    “If you find out anything at all, text me. I’ll be out tonight, but I need to know what’s going on.”
    “Of course,” Lolly said. “Now, about that Owen Wilson item you promised me…”
     
    Ryan’s sister, Evie, lived in a small house in Silverlake. She had three children, all boys, and all under the age of eight. Marty, her husband, worked as a stuntman. He was also a raging alcoholic.
    Alcohol and stunts. A dangerous combination. Ryan had used him on one of his movies, and that was enough for him. His brother-in-law was an unpleasant bully with few friends; Ryan couldn’t wait for the day when Evie finally decided she’d had enough.
    At the present time Marty was languishing in jail on account of a third D.U.I. arrest.
    Financially, Ryan knew things were tight for his sister–because any film company with any sense refused to hire Marty–but Evie flatly refused any help.
    Evie greeted her brother with a warm hug. Seven years younger than Ryan, she was pretty in an exhausted kind of way. Her three boys were transfixed, sitting on a worn couch watching cartoons on TV.
    “Thank God for Saturday mornings,” she sighed. “It’s the only time they’re quiet, bless their murderous little hearts.”
    “Hey guys,” Ryan said, bending down to greet his nephews. “What’s goin’ on? Anything I should know about?”
    The boys didn’t budge.
    “They want a dog,” Evie said, tucking a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear. “It’ll mean more work for me, but they