He felt like hell, first being gone at the estate over the weekend and then at the hospital with Mark from the moment he was located until he was released. The backlog of work was killing him. “…yes, Henry, go to the auditions, all of them. Work is getting tougher and tougher in this town. If you aren’t a fucking blood relative of some A-lister you’re ignored.” Adam glanced up as he heard Natalie Cushman, his assistant answer someone at the door to their agency. His attention returned to his phone call. “…come on, Adam… voiceovers for commercials? Non-speaking extra roles?” “You want to build a resume or work as a waiter? I’ll leave it up to you. I found you auditions, now go.” He disconnected the phone as Natalie stood at his open office door, grinning at him; her purple hair, Goth makeup and pierced eyebrow, nose and lip, and tattoos making her smile seem wicked. She was holding an oblong white box tied with a red ribbon.
