Number one, she shouldn’t have been there in the first place; I’d left specific instructions with Alexandra, my assistant, that nobody, nobody was to disturb me. I had work to do now that casting for the next film was due, thousands of details to manage, and the last thing I wanted during the time I needed to concentrate were pushy, whiny agents trying to get into my face. With my name attached to it the film had the potential to become a huge pie, and of course everyone wanted a slice. Number two, the other reason for my frustration was, that at first glance I thought it was Jenny Clark standing there. That woman was most definitely persona-non-grata, which is why I was more than a little brusque when I said, “What the hell do you want?” But a second later, I realized that I mistook that poor woman for Jenny. The girl did look a lot like Jenny Clark however. Jenny, an undeniably talented and attractive pop star who also managed to be one of the most obnoxious, difficult people I’ve ever worked with.
