Her character on the show, Melanie Weaver, wouldn’t know the word subtle if it stood up and barked at her. In the last few days, Tamara had been positively friendly, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by her colleagues and the rest of the crew on set. There had been whispers about the reason for this uncharacteristic good mood and they’d all concluded that the reason must be the return of Alex Golden. Tamara had been photographed with Alex several times, a fact that had most of the young starlets on the show and all the make up and costume girls swooning. “You have such great skin,” the make up girl said as she liberally slathered on some lurid eyeshadow onto Tamara’s eyelids. Tamara flashed the girl a dismissive smile. She expected this kind of flattery, had demanded it even but since the night of Katie and Ian’s party, she had already mentally left the building. She was already putting Encounters behind her and had begun to imagine what life would be like as the lover, maybe even wife of a billionaire.
