He smiled when Marielle Fairchild held out both before he finished speaking. "You must be the new P.A." "Yes, sir. Has the director arrived?" "Oh, yeah. Ms. Newell is usually the first one through the gate." He handed back her credentials. "Park anywhere in the green-flagged section. Craft services is in the north end if you want to grab breakfast." Marielle thanked him and drove into the roped-off area reserved for the filming crew. Trailers, trucks and tents encircled the makeshift lot, as did small clusters of camera and lighting equipment. On the promontory above the lot sprawled a massive manor house, which had been rented from its jet-setting owner to serve as the principal set for Fascination. Marielle grabbed her set kit from the passenger seat, looped the lanyard with her production badge around her neck, and flipped down the visor mirror to check her appearance. Wearing minimal make-up and putting her blonde hair in a ponytail made her seem ten years younger. Sometimes looking like an ingénue worked in her favor.
