Free Bad Boy Boss by Abby Chance

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Photographic Model Face and Body
    Carver and Row Publishers, New York, NY
     

Actress
    Sinclair Patterson Productions, Burbank, CA
     
    He handed me a pencil and had me initial each photo. “As you gain more credits, they get added to the back of the photo. The name of the book will be added when it’s published and the sitcom plus your character after the airdate,” said Dillon.
    “We are agents and we represent you. Alex has paid us for your contract with him, but I have to ask you to sign it for our files.” He turned it around for my signature and I signed.
    Dillon continued. “Alex will be an exception and will pay you directly because we can’t expect you to drive down here every week. The contract is renewable at double the salary for another sixteen weeks, so it will be up to you to tell us what to do then.”
    I was speechless, but it didn’t matter; he kept talking.
    “Just two more signatures and we can get you out to lunch where you belong, there are no producers in here to ogle your legs. These are both insurance forms. You are carried on the agency’s health plan if you are not on a job with a plan, and we insure your life at our expense as a beneficiary.”
    I nodded, lost by all the necessary paperwork and the fact that a few signatures could change my life. Again. If my ignorance with the ‘Hollywood scene’ showed, it didn’t faze Dillon in the least. He just kept talking.
    “I will start circulating your pictures a week prior to your first appearance, and tell Alex I said to experience luncheon al fresco in Hollywood or Burbank and ignore the paparazzi. Now shoo, go show off your beautiful little self to some Hollywood moguls and make my job easy.”
    Peter met me at the reception desk.
    “You like Dillon?” he asked.
    I shrugged, still bug-eyed at what had transpired.
    “If I’d known you had the part, I’d have introduced you at the party.” Thankfully, Peter just plowed on, too. “He made the move with my dad and six other soap people. Jerry, the guy I met with is the literary agent; Mom was his first big break. He loves the new title and will handle it with the editor. This place isn’t just an agency, they manage you too, so you can really just concentrate on what you do. Dad did that. Our family has tons of money and assets and it was scattered all over. Dad got everyone together and they hired the management team here to handle the money. As soon as they heard about it, some of the actors wanted in, so basically the management company bought the talent agency and combined the two into a single operation. A lot of Hollywood people over the years have lost fortunes, been taken to the cleaners by managers. That doesn’t happen here.”
    “Dillon said…”
    “To eat outside, cross your legs and point them at the nearest photographer. And I’m forbidden to chase them away.”
    “All except the leg part,” I said.
    “Dillon didn’t make a leg comment?”
    “Well he did say I should leave because there were no producers to ogle my legs in his office.”
    “You had me worried for a moment. Dillon makes comments about almost any woman’s legs,” Peter explained. “Not saying something about a set of pins as spectacular as yours would probably necessitate emergency medical procedures.”
    We ate lunch at Tallyrand’s on Olive in Burbank; outdoors, as commanded, and we did get snapped a few times. Peter said that he often got snapped and that his sisters did until they got married, then it tailed off a bit for them. “There needed to be a reason beyond some reasonably good-looking young man on their arm. Why don’t we help them a bit?” he said.
    Then he yelled ‘Tommy’ to one of them and whoever Tommy was showed up with his camera and a smile.
    “Show him your studio card, dear,” Peter commanded.
    I dug into my purse and came up with the Warner Brothers card.
    “She’s going to be in Clara and Her Sisters ,” he said and told Tommy my name. “Dillon at