： sheer boredom。
She turned back to Ken。 ？I？ll have to think about it。？
Ken took his feet off the desk and fiddled with his papers； finally unearthing a beaten pack of
cigarettes。 He stuck one in his mouth but didn？t light it。 ？The female lead was supposed to be my
wife；？ Ken continued； ？but； as you already know； I？ve decided to go in another direction。？
？Wife？？ Vanessa could hardly believe that anyone would dream of marrying a googly…eyed；
neurotic； conceited freak like Ken Mogul。
？Heather。 I think she showed you in。？
Miss Congeniality was Mrs。 Mogul？
？Oh； right。？ Vanessa couldn？t resist taking another peek at the nudie photo behind the desk。 It
looked like a scene from a pirated porn movie。
Freaks of the Caribbean？
？Well； now she？s not speaking to me because I？ve decided to go with Serena。 Serena？s going to
be huge。 And so are you。？
？I？m honored；？ Vanessa replied。 ？I really am。 But you？ll have to let me think about it； okay？？
Better think fast； honey。 Hollywood waits for no one！
d？s got a golden ticket
Dan had seen Bree in several variations of exercise gear and； of course； pletely naked； but
he？d never seen her all put together for an evening out。 So when he emerged from the 6 train
station at Seventy…seventh Street he was taken aback to find her waiting for him； a vision in a
simple white silk camisole； with her blond hair？which he？d never seen down？ cascading over her
sun…kissed shoulders。 Her long； below…the…knee embroidered turquoise skirt looked like something
she？d unearthed at a flea market in Turkey。
Dan was wearing the closest thing he had to a party outfit： a sharp charcoal gray slim…cut Agn？s