"I don't want to do this, Kirk."
Kirk put the car in park and turned toward his client. "We've talked about this. It's the best way to get what you want."
"And keep what I have. I know, Kirk. You've mentioned it at least a thousand times." Freen sarocha shook her head in disbelief. She'd been doing that a lot lately, ever since she'd decided to entertain kirk's ridiculous idea.
Kirk reached for her hand and gave it a little squeeze. "Besides, she's perfect." He beamed with pride. "I've completely outdone myself."
freen pulled her hand back and turned away in a dramatic huff. "How do you manage to be the publicist who gives all the other publicists a bad name? Do you know how hard that is?"
"What can I say?" He gave her an insincere shrug. "I'm a winner."
freen lowered her sunglasses and shot him a glare. "I'm serious kirk I really don't want to do this."
"Just give me five minutes. I haven't even told you about her yet." He unrolled Freen's heavily tinted window. The anticipation was killing him. He had to know what she thought of his choice for her. "The one at the end, with the long, brown hair."
"Dammit, Sh...." freen froze, her mouth hanging open. Kirk wanted to laugh out loud at freen's reaction, but he covered it up with a clearing of his throat. If he wasn't sure before –and by god he wasn't –he certainly was now. freen sarocha was indeed gay. He leaned over and looked out the car window with her.
"I expect a week at your Aspen condo. Peak season. Not friggin' late April. That's just insulting." freen kept her eyes on the woman.
"Remind me again why I have to pay your retainer and give you my condo in exchange for carrying out your dumb-ass idea?"
"Because I'm that good." Kirk grinned, entirely too pleased with himself. "Now then, would you like the low down before you go down, Freen darling?"
"Late April, just for saying that. Maybe even May."
"And here I thought we were friends." kirk put his reading glasses on and opened a file folder. "Her name is Rebecca Armstrong. Twenty-five years old. Lives in New York..."
"New York? Then why is she sitting at a Starbucks in West Hollywood?"
"She comes here every day. Gets her out of that shitty little hotel she's staying in. Now, can I give you her history without any more interruptions, please?"
Freen waved a dismissive hand while she kept her eyes on the brunette. "Please do. We both have better places to be."
"She came up in the business. Spent her childhood on a daytime soap, or what I'd call an "American telenovela," went to college, then back on the soap. Left the show last year, so she's in L.A., going to every audition she can. She really needs the work."
"Any luck?"
"She's good, Freen. She has a couple of Daytime Emmys, but nothing so far." ''I've never heard of her." freen impatiently looked at her watch.
"Does it matter? Anyone who watches soaps would know who she is."
"So, she's like this generation's Susan Lucci?"
Kirk chuckled. "So, you do watch soaps."
"You know me better than that, kirk."
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