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they paying?”
    Sometimes it was great her father was such a poor listener and jumped to conclusions. Amy heaved a breath of relief.
    “One hundred grand for six races and a party in September.” Amy lifted her chin before noticing the stares of her fellow bus passengers. Dad should be impressed.
    “Does it come with benefits? Health insurance?”
    At twenty-two, barely out of college and jobless, Amy was still dependent on her parents for necessities such as medical and dental insurance, something her father was quick to rub in.
    “No, Dad, of course not. I’m an independent contractor. It’s going to be great. I’ll get to see the world, and best of all, I’ll have Silver Studios on my portfolio. They’ll open lots of doors.”
    “Are you guaranteed the entire six races? Did you check the termination clause? This still sounds shaky. What will you do after the three months are over? If you had gone pre-med, you’d be in medical school by September. You’d be set for life.”
    Her father had to be the most regimented, risk-averse person in the world. And he most certainly felt his way was the only way to manage life.
    “Nothing’s guaranteed. Even if I’d been a pre-med I might not have made it into medical school.”
    “It’s a more sure thing than acting.” Her father huffed. “Okay, your deadline is extended to the end of the year. If you don’t have a decent, fulltime, permanent position with enough income to pay off your student loans, you’re coming home to live with us and work in my office.”
    Amy held the phone two feet from her ear. Her father always shouted on the telephone, as if the distance could be made up by his lung power.
    “Yes, Dad. Give me a chance, okay? This could be my ticket.”
    “Remember we’re not paying for your overseas cell phone charges. You never appreciate how much we pay for all your expenses. It’s about time you learned how hard life can be. Okay, bye.”
    “Bye, Dad.”
    She pushed the virtual button to end the call. Her father hadn’t even registered the hundred thousand dollars. Had he heard her through all his bluster?
    Didn’t matter. Once she got the money, she’d do whatever she wanted. She was a real actress with a starring role in Romancing the Racer . If it became a hit, she could be as famous as that woman who played the Bachelorette , although that show was supposed to end in true love. This one ended with a proposal that she’d promptly reject. Sort of like fishing catch and release.
    Ignoring the snickers of the bus’s occupants within earshot of her conversation, Amy browsed Ronaldo Silver’s Facebook page. His relationship status was “It’s complicated.” Amy updated her status to “In a relationship with Ronaldo Silver.”
    There, that ought to make her former film school classmates green with envy.
    * * *
    The Learjet sat on the tarmac after nearly twenty-four hours of flight. Amy dabbed her face with a tissue and reapplied her makeup while the customs agent went through her carryon bags. She’d already spent most of her advance upgrading her wardrobe. The studio had sent a makeover consultant to show her how to line her eyelids with the latest gel pencils and add sparkle to her eye shadow.
    Meanwhile, the members of the film crew she flew with were packing and rechecking their equipment. It had been one nonstop party aboard, but now that she’d landed in the Netherlands, she better get her game face on. Reporters swarmed in front of a limousine parked at the foot of the small set of steps leading off the jet.
    “You’re clear, miss. Welcome to the Netherlands,” the customs official said. He zipped up Amy’s carryon and went to the next passenger.
    The chauffeur crawled into the small jet, crouching as he made his way to her and took her bags. He had to be well over six feet tall. Amy had heard the Dutch were among the tallest populations in the world. Not that she was short at five foot three, but she wouldn’t want some