From Background Character to Leading Lady

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needs, deflecting his notorious temper, tr

pushed me here, into the

he outer office thick enough to hear my ow

er, a caricature

ight lipstick and a cloud of perfu

new junior something-or-ot

ily lashed, scanned me from he

she announced, her voice

d, not offer

riking a pose that probably

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ansion, a place he'd insisted I move into for "efficie

, being surrounded b

star pendant Marcus had given me after I'd successfully naviga

, a rare, almost accidental gest

the hallway leading

us his morning elixir of love," which I knew was hi

nagged on

ned, then

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r eyes glittering with a

larly wrong – something involving a "surprise" serenade in the studio parking lot that

voice was dangerously so

he studio's ancient, dusty archive room, a job us

is as Marcus wanting her close,

n the breakroom, fuming, when

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l part of t

s tests the her

landed on me,

sed, "you're tryin

ow yo

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r voice

out about your lit

ll see you for the pat

things

ackwood Pictures, the one no o

could ruin him

od ran

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s for you

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see how val

the scattered pape

ional, she was a liab

g, Tiffany was

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s main office, a concession he'd made after the guest w

p to me, a steami

c blend, I could smell the

she declared, gesturing

horne needs to be

ffee, and scalding liquid splas

y hand back, the bu

any said, her voice drip

so clums

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smir

to fetching things, like

apestry woven from bad rom-coms an

she was the plucky, misunderstood heroine desti

e, that she'd "written the script" for their love st

ave" him from his lonely, workaholic life, a plot

t as the "mean girl" obstacle, the

n funny if it was