thing she knew how to do.
“Well, you’re not wrong.” Sharon sighed. “Look, I’ve sat on this offer for a bit, because honestly, you’ve been so negative about the last few jobs that I’ve had for you that I didn’t think you were ready for this.”
“They were commercials, Sharon!” Georgia prickled. She knew that beggars couldn’t be choosers… but the truth was that she was ashamed that commercials were all she could get now. She didn’t want to show the world how far she’d fallen.
Though given the events of the last hour, she supposed that ship had sailed.
“Commercials are real jobs, Georgia.” Sharon put her glasses back on, then slid them down her nose to look at her client. “Jennifer sells mineral water. Sofia sells soda. Uma sells purses. Emma sells makeup.”
“A cosmetics campaign is a little different than a yogurt commercial, Sharon.” Frustrated, Georgia flopped back in her chair as Sharon arched an eyebrow.
“Jamie Lee did a yogurt commercial, young lady. Are you going to tell me she’s not a success?”
“ Sharon .” Georgia knew she was whining, but this had been a hellish day. And unless something drastic happened, and soon, she was going to have to accept the damn yogurt commercial anyway.
“As I was saying. I’ve sat on this for a while.” Sharon gave her a pointed glance. “But with the timing… maybe this could be just what you need.”
She pulled a folder off her desk and opened it. After glancing at the page, she closed it again and handed it to Georgia. “It's for a direct-to-web show.”
“A what?” Frowning, Georgia took the folder and opened it. Inside was a script titled Love Me Harder . It was the first script she’d seen in a long time, and her pulse picked up a bit just looking at it.
“A web show. It's the latest thing. You'll shoot ten episodes like a television show, but instead of having it show on the major networks, you'll go straight to the internet.” Sharon sounded pleased; Georgia felt the disappointment like an elephant on her chest.
“Like YouTube?” She swallowed thickly, trying to keep a brave face. “So it’s not actually a big show?”
She didn’t know why she’d even let herself think that it was.
“Yes, YouTube.” Sharon waved her hand in the air. “The first season drums up interest, and if the public likes it enough, they’ll shoot a second season and make people pay for it.”
“I—” Georgia watched Sharon lean her elbows on her desk as something tickled at her brain. Sharon leaned her elbows on her desk.
“The project has already got some great buzz because of the innovative way that they’re releasing it. The producer is Evan Black of Black Productions, and the director is an up and coming star. If this first season makes the drop like everyone is predicting, the second season will launch Black Productions’ new movie and television app.” Sharon’s voice became firmer as she spoke, launching into her sales pitch.
“Television app.” Georgia tested the word. “Like for phones?”
“Phones, tablets . . . any electronic device, really.” Sharon grinned; Georgia didn’t share her enthusiasm.
“But there are already so many apps that do that.”
“Ah, but none that will have a hit show staring Georgia Evans.” Sharon grinned.
Lovely. Georgia got the feeling her agent was laying it on a little thick. “What kind of show is it?”
“Well, it’s a mashup. Some steamy sex, some noir, but at its heart it’s a romantic comedy.”
“A comedy?” Georgia dropped the folder onto Sharon’s desk, her eyes wide. “I can’t do comedy. That’s… I don’t know… It’s not like I’m Reese or Sandra! This won’t work!”
“You have no choice but to make it work.” Sharon leaned back in her chair and pulled a pack of nicotine gum out of the drawer. She waved the pack of gum at Georgia accusingly. “As soon as you stepped in the door of that rehab clinic, you became a liability. No