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.The third and only female assistant, God help them all, was rapidlyexchanging text messages with somebody.Zam jumped in between her manic rounds withdangerously hyperactive thumbs and kept his tone breezy. Good morning.I m Zam Carmarthen, in to see Jack Kilgrove. She ignored him, fired off a quick text response and then looked up at him, faintannoyance etched into her features. Sorry.What was that? He repeated himself. My appointment s at ten, he added.It was now five after.Sheglanced at a huge nautical clock on the wall and seemed about to gripe at him for being late.Zam sensed an immediate problem.He glanced down at the assistant s desk.He had ahorrible feeling Jack Kilgrove wasn t even here.He had heard every excuse for executives notwww.total-e-bound.com IF COME A.J.Llewellyn 69showing up to meetings, but this usually happened after lunch, not at ten a.m. theHollywood equivalent of the crack of dawn.Executives cancelling meetings happened to him a lot more than he cared to admit tohis friends and family.Being a struggling screenwriter in Hollywood sucked.After turningout a screenplay that had become a mildly successful comedy, he d been ecstatic to find hewas inside the business of Hollywood.It got him meetings, a few extra Facebookfriends& but not much more.He was sinking into a depression.Fast.The assistant flicked another glance at the wall clock.He could almost read her mind.She couldn t use lunch as an excuse. I don t have you down here, she said, finally. Yes, you do.You called me at eight-fifteen this morning.You re Sophia, aren t you? She blinked a few times, as if trying to remember. Ah, um& yes. Her head tilted at an odd angle. Wait.I called you? She seemedreluctant to put her cell phone down on her desk.God forbid she should miss a text message.She swivelled her chair towards an obsolete desktop computer.She pecked away with herfree hand at the keyboard.Without turning to look at him she said, I didn t call you.I called Cam Cameron. Zam Carmarthen.That s me. Are you sure? She looked flustered.For the first time, her cohorts glanced up, bothmen looking appalled. Yeah, I m quite sure.I ve had a few decades to absorb the shock of having such anunusual name. Zam Carmarthen. Yes, that s me.You asked me to come in at ten.And here I am. Wait, she said, using both hands to fan herself as her cell phone rang. I remembernow. She looked so pleased with herself.How lucky for both of us.He smiled, willing himself to remain in the zone.Pitching hadbeen the last thing he d expected as a writer.Nobody had told him that being a writer inHollywood involved acting.It took a lot of rehearsal to perform a story pitch.He d timed it tothe required eight minutes.If he began to fret or cave into self-pity he d forget his rhythm.Man, this is so not how I thought it would be once I sold a screenplay.www.total-e-bound.com IF COME A.J.Llewellyn 70He and the assistant stared at each other.What the fuck? What do I say? Why is she justlooking at me like that?He thought once he d sold a screenplay, he d be on his way.He d envisioned a betterapartment, a nice desk and an upgraded computer.He d write like a speed demon and hisagent would chomp cigars and call him on the phone telling him his work was being foughtover.Zam had discovered the hard way that selling a screenplay involved the writershowing up to meetings looking like a million dollars, entertaining the heck out of somedumb-ass creative executive as they liked to call themselves& and, almost always, nothingcoming of it. Should I take a seat? he asked when Sophia seemed to have forgotten about him.Sheglanced down at the now vibrating cell phone that appeared to be her lifeline.She frowned.Again. Oh.Yeah.Sure. The other assistants actually cut astonished looks in her direction.Never mind.Zambeamed at them all.He would kill them with kindness.Today s idiot assistant could easilyturn into tomorrow s top film executive.They would remember the smallest slight andharbour a grudge forever.Besides, he d turned thirty just two days ago and knew he waspractically an old man in the film business.He was competing with so many young film students, he reminded himself, he waslucky to even have a meeting after seven weeks of& nothing.In Hollywood, five was thepremium age.Zam sauntered over to the sofas lining the opposite wall, eyeing the stevedores picturedacross from them.How ironic that the images depicted were of back-breaking labour, yet thethree assistants sitting in the room were goofing off [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]