T.K.
âWhy donât you sit down first,â T.K. joked. âIâm getting a crick in my neck from having to look up.â
Farrell laughed and took the seat closest to Patriceâs. He didnât even glance in T.K.âs direction anymore, just looked at Patrice with a smile on his face.
âFarrell, Iâd like you to meetââ T.K. said.
âMs. Patrice Sutton,â Farrell said with a contented sigh. âI just saw you in She Fell. Wow, not only was the science-fiction story line kickinâ, but you were awesome as Victoria.â He shook his head as if he were amazed that he was sitting across from the warrior-woman Victoria. âHow long did it take you to get in shape for that role?â
âSix months of grueling aerobics and weight-lifting,â Patrice told him, happy to meet someone who had enjoyed She Fell. It was the film she was proudest of. A friend who was a writer had specifically written the character of Victoria for her. In the story, Victoria was sent through a man-made black hole to a warlike planet by her evil but brilliant physicist husband who got rid of all his enemies by sending them God-knows-where via the black hole. He had drugged and sent Victoria throughbecause she was going to divorce him for infidelity. The film follows Victoria as she rises in power as a warrior. In the end, she returns to Earth and exacts revenge on her husband.
âWhoâs your trainer?â Farrell asked.
âJose Baltodano,â Patrice happily supplied. She was always willing to refer anyone who wanted to get into shape to her friend.
T.K. cleared his throat and playfully glared at Farrell. âLet me get this straight, you came over here to monopolize my dateâs time?â
Farrell grinned at him. âTurnabout is fair play, my brother.â
Patrice smiled at that. T.K. had obviously flirted with Farrellâs dates in the past. Then it hit her: T.K. had referred to her as his date. She looked into his eyes. He winked at her.
âI have to protest, my brother, â he said to Farrell. âI just met Patrice myself. You could have at least given me a twenty-four-hour head start before you began poaching on my territory.â
Patrice laughed and rose. âIâll let you fellas figure out the proper poaching etiquette while I visit the ladiesâ room. Excuse me.â
She overheard Farrell say, âSheâs too young for you, old man. Sheâll give you a heart attack.â
âIâm willing to risk it,â said T.K.
Smiling, Patrice kept walking.
In the ladiesâ room, a feminine room replete with a settee, she sat down and dialed Blancaâs number.
Blanca answered right away. âWell, howâd it go?â she asked breathlessly.
âIt went very well,â Patrice said as she crossed her legs and got comfortable on the plush covered settee. âThey want me.â
âI knew it!â cried Blanca, sounding happy and calculating all at once. âYou didnât accept, though?â
âNo, I told them I would let them know tomorrow.â
âWhy do you keep saying they and them? â asked Blanca curiously.
âBecause T.K. sat in on the meeting, too,â said Patrice, calmly dropping the bomb and waiting for the explosion.
âWhat?â yelled Blanca. âMark must have really liked you. This is fantastic. I donât know if Iâll be able to wait until tomorrow for you to give them a yes.â
âAre you saying youâre going to break your cardinal rule?â
âRules are made to be broken,â said Blanca. She laughed softly. âPatty, do you know what this means? Forget about working for two years on the sitcom and those really fine movies youâve done that brought you a little bit of fame. They were dues you had to pay to get here. Youâve arrived!â
Patrice was laughing, too. âIt feels good to be wanted.â
Blanca took a
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