a construction area where sets were being built and Salim pointed out the warehouses where props were stored. Kennedy got to see the set where a popular talk show was filmed. On another set, a special effects machine created a winter storm. When they came to white double doors, Salim slowed down.
“This is our commissary. We can get something to drink if you’d like,” he said.
And even though Kennedy had promised her other brother, Roosevelt, that she’d meet him at his place in Edmonds for dinner, she was curious about this man with his mercurial changes of mood.
“I can if we make it quick.”
Salim left her seated in a comfortable booth and went off to get their drinks. He had a loose-limbed walk to him and the view from the rear set off a number of erotic fantasies.
While she waited for him to get back, Kennedy looked at the activity around her. The couple in a nearby booth were fighting, and from the looks of things the woman was winning hands down. The table across from Kennedy held several burly types who looked as though they worked construction. Their casual, dusty clothing was a sure giveaway, and she guessed they were grips, the people who moved scenery.
“This is a busy place,” Kennedy’s escort said, sliding into the seat across from her and shoving a foam cup her way.
“I can tell. Is there something you wanted to say to me?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact there is. I’ve never wanted anything to do with this studio. The money from my trust fund is at stake, and my mother’s pleadings and her livelihood are the only reason I’m here.”
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