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stairs.”
    “Well break a leg then, Star.”
    “Thank you, I will.”

“W HAT THE HELL do you think you’re doing?”
    “Well hello to you, too, Star.”
    “Are you alone?”
    I looked at my watch. “I’ve got ten minutes. What can I do for you, Star?”
    “Why are you playing games with me?” There was defiance in her eyes but they also shimmered as if she might burst out crying any second.
    “Calm down, Star, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
    “Get rid of her.”
    “Who?”
    “You know damn well who! Your girlfriend !”
    I looked down at my storyboard and realized there was an important shot missing from the next scene—Star being around so much was making me lose concentration “My girlfriend is no concern of yours.”
    “Yes, she is! I can’t work. I can’t concentrate!”
    I laughed. “She’s been here all of two hours and you haven’t even started your next scene yet. In fact, unless I’m mistaken, your next scene is in the Badlands and you’re done for the day so why don’t you go home, take a shower and I’ll see you later.”
    “Are you nuts? You think I’m going back to your house to listen to the bedsprings squeak while you’re fucking that . . . that . . . English—”
    “Her name’s Cassie.”
    “You’re a real heartless bastard, you know that?” she yelled, and then quietly muttered, “I hate you, Jake Wild.” She stood on the steps, at the doorway of my trailer, still not stepping inside, but not leaving either.
    “No you don’t hate me. Come here, Star, let’s talk this over.” She was glowering at me, still in her prison uniform—her hair a ratty, tangled mess. Make up had made her look sallow and bruised but even so, she was still as beautiful as ever.
    “Where is she?” Star demanded.
    “In a meeting with the producers.”
    “Here, on the lot?”
    “No, she drove herself to Century City.”
    “I thought Biff was chauffeuring her around?”
    “No, Cassie’s using my car.”
    “She’s driving your Tesla S? Your beautiful new electric car ?”
    “I’m lending it to her.”
    “Ugh!”
    “Step inside, Star, and close the door. I really don’t think we need anyone else to be party to any dramatic scene, off-set.”
    Star slammed the door and stood there, speechless. What could she say? She wasn’t my girlfriend and had made it clear to me that if I wanted more than a kiss I’d need to practically ask for her hand in marriage. She was a nineteen-year-old who had a crush on me, nothing more, and this whole non-affair needed to be nipped in the bud. Now. Before it got out of control.
    “I think you’re being very unprofessional using someone for Continuity who isn’t trained. It’s not an easy job and you’re compromising the quality of this movie by hiring her.”
    “Star, Cassie has worked for the BBC and on film sets before. She’s not a complete novice.”
    “Why is she calling herself a Continuity Girl, then? Has she no self-respect? Her job title is ‘Script Supervisor.’ I don’t like this air of unprofessionalism. I want to know I can rely on the crew, and that they’re not off fucking my director somewhere.”
    Her jealousy was giving me a hard-on. I could smell her; sweet, like jasmine or roses—her eyes fiery; the blue in her irises, greener than usual. Was it true? Did people go green with envy? My lips twitched into a full-on smile. “ My director?”
    “Yes, you are MY director, Mr. Wild. When the audience is watching this film do you imagine they’ll be saying, What fabulous Continuity ? They’ll be talking about my performance. They’ll be discussing the great cast, the fantastic story, but they sure as hell won’t be discussing Continuity over a glass of wine at dinner, trust me, unless of course, Cassandra fucks up, which I’m sure she will because she’s only here because of you, not because she’s dedicated to her job. Then you can watch Skye’s The Limit on The Worst Movie Mistakes of All