d to a red leather Eames chair across from a
paper…strewn midcentury modern table。 He poured a glass for himself and sank down into a desk
chair； swiveling it aimlessly before tilting back and resting his feet on the desk。 ？It？s a money job；
is all； but just between us；Breakfast at Fred？s is going to fucking rule。 Don？t tell the producers；
but this is not your average teen flick。 I？m thinking Godard。 Something human； humorous； and
freakingdark 。？
？Uh…huh；？ murmured Vanessa； sipping her tea。 Not only was she distracted by the director？s
office artwork？over his desk hung a bigger…than…life…size picture of the director him…self；
pletely naked； splashing in the waves with the bitchy Jade Empire skank？but she hated this
kind of pretentious art talk。
Better get used to it； Miss NYU Film School。
？So； what do you say？？ asked Ken； openly picking his nose and flicking the findings onto the
floor。 ？I know it？s a major studio； I know it？s big budget； I know it？s romantic edy。 But those
are all the reasons I need you。 I need your vision to help me deliver something that？s going to
make the movie…going public sit up and take notice。 ？
As if they hadn？t already。
Vanessa stared out the window at some elevated train tracks that had been abandoned decades
before and were now sprouting trees and grass； and a big building under construction on the next
block。 It was everything she was against： a major studio？s romantic edy for teenagers。 But
Ken Mogulneeded her； how many ining NYU freshmen could say the same thing？ Plus； it
sounded like a shitload of fun； and she had fuck…all to do that summer。 That was why she？d e
there today in the first place