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âItâs industry-wide. Everyoneâs tightening their belts, making cuts where they can.â
âWho made the decision? Was there a vote?â I canât believe Binary Star would keep me and lose Tamsin. Sheâs got loads more experience than I have, and unlike me, she isnât constantly pestering Raffi for a dehumidifier for her office.
âSit down,â says Laurie impatiently. âYouâre making me nervous. Tamsinâs the obvious choice for redundancy. Sheâs earning too much to be value for money in the current economic climate. Raffi says we can get a new graduate researcher for half the price, and heâs right.â
âThis is so out of order,â I blurt out.
âHow about you stop worrying about Tamsin and show me some gratitude?â
âWhat?â Was that the great crusader for justice who said that to me?
âYou think Maya wants to pay you what sheâs paying me?â Laurie chuckles. âI talked her through her options. I said, âIf thereâs a line in the budget for me, then thereâs a line in the budget for Fliss.â She knows thereâs no film without my cooperation, not for Binary Star. Ray Hines, Sarah and Glen Jaggard, Paul Yardley, all the solicitors and barristers, the MPs and doctors Iâve got eating out of the palm of my hand â one word from me and they walk. Whole project falls apart. All I need to do is bide my time, then sign a new contract with the BBC as MD of Hammerhead.â
âYou blackmailed Maya into agreeing to promote me?â So thatâs why she was less gushy than usual when I passed her in the corridor. âWell, Iâm sorry, but thereâs no way Iâmââ
âI want this documentary made!â Laurie raises his voice to a level some might describe as shouting. âIâm trying to do the right thing here, for everyone! Binary Star gets to keep the film, you get a package thatâs appealing enough to make you get off your arse and do the work . . .â
âAnd what do you get?â I feel unsteady on my feet. Iâd like to sit down, but I wonât, not after Laurie ordered me to. Not when heâs just made a snide remark about my arse .
âI get your full cooperation,â he says, so quietly that I wonder if I imagined his outburst a few seconds earlier. âUnofficially Iâll still run the show, but my involvement will be strictly between you and me.â
âI see,â I say in a tight voice. âYouâre not only blackmailing Maya, youâre blackmailing me, too.â
Laurie falls into his chair with a groan. âIâm bribing you. At least be accurate.â He laughs. âFuck, did I read you wrong! I thought you were rational.â
I bite my lip, struggling to take in this latest revelation: that Laurie has an idea of what sort of person I am. It means heâs spent time thinking about me, even if only a few seconds. It has to mean that.
âYou deserve a chance,â he says in a bored voice, as if itâs tiresome having to convince me. âI decided to give you that chance.â
âYou want control of the film even after you leave. You chose me because you thought Iâd be easier than anyone else to manipulate.â I hope heâs impressed by how calm I am. On the surface, at least. Not in a million years did I ever imagine that I would stand in Laurie Nattrassâs office and accuse him of bad things. What the hell am I doing? How many innocent citizens has he sprung from their jail cells while Iâve been whiling away my spare time leafing through heat magazine on the sofa, or shouting abuse at Strictly Come Dancing ? What if Iâve completely misread the situation and Iâm the one in the wrong?
Laurie leans back in his chair. Slowly, he shakes his head. âFine. You donât want to exec the documentary thatâs going to win every prize going?