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it.”
    Max could tell Anushka was doing exactly that. “Let me do the math here . . .” she said. After a moment of raising and lowering her now-even eyebrows, she began to skip back to the hair and makeup trailer, a bald sandstorm in motion. Max and Corliss followed as best they could, spitting sand as they went.

Hair and Makeup Trailer—Continuous
    Anushka landed in front of the largest mirror in the trailer, cocking her chrome dome this way and that in contemplation. Max sighed at the sight. Even completely bald, Anushka could still stop traffic. In fact, her eyes looked otherworldly beautiful under her naked noggin—and her lips looked luscious and more kissable than ever. Max saw Corliss seeing this, too. But most importantly, he saw Anushka seeing it.
    He watched as she picked up a bottle of Bed Head Spoil Me Defrizzer and cradled it like an Emmy Award, silently mouthing “thank you”s to all the little people, blowing kisses, nodding humbly. One single tear even fell and bounced off her bikini top.
    Finally, Anushka slammed down the defrizzer and nodded. “Okay, Max. If being fugly is what it’s going to take to get me any respect in this town—and an Emmy nomination—then I’m in.”
    Max and Corliss applauded simultaneously.
    â€œHold your applause!” She looked like she meant business. Max and Corliss did as they were told. “There are three conditions. Numero uno: I do this bald thing for one episode and one episode only . And numero two-o: I’m in a different Zac Posen micro-bikini for every scene I’m in. And numero three-o: Tanya is totally covered up for every scene she’s in with me. Preferably in something unflattering and shapeless. Like a burka. Or a parka. Or a burka/parka. It could be a whole new look for her. Ha!”
    Corliss looked at Max and shrugged. Max wondered how he could consent to such conditions. “But Anushka, we were supposed to start shooting this morning and you’re in six scenes. I’m not sure the costume designer can handle six Zac Posens for you and something unflattering for Tanya on such short notice.”
    â€œNot my problem, Max,” said Anushka, elbowing Corliss and winking as Max squirmed.
    â€œLet me call the costume designer,” he said, looking at Corliss, who nodded encouragingly. He placed the call to the designer. “Kennedy? This is Max Marx. We need six different Zac Posen micro-bikinis for Anushka, and something unflattering for Tanya. Will that be a problem?” He covered the phone. “She’s checking.” He listened again. “I see. Well, let me get back to you.” He disconnected the call. “She says she can dress Tanya down for today’s scenes but that she only has two Zac Posen micro-bikinis on the racks.”
    â€œNo deal,” said Anushka emphatically.
    â€œI figured as much,” said Max. “Then you leave me no choice, Anushka. Kennedy needs until tomorrow. We’ll have to bump filming until the morning. But if I agree to this, that means I want to see you at 6 A.M. in this very chair looking bald as a baby’s behind. Do we have a deal?”
    â€œIt’s a deal, Max,” said Anushka, peeling off her bald cap and shaking out her long locks. “If anyone needs me before then, I’ll be at Barney Greengrass ordering the sturgeon scramble.”
    As she sashayed out the door, her perfect little bikini butt waving in the breeze, Corliss sighed. “Anushka catastrophe averted, Max!”
    â€œFor the moment,” he said with a sinking feeling.

Two

The Hollywood Hills—10:13 P.M., That Night
    Tanya thought her heart might burst into a million pink stars. She and Trent were parked in his new Toyota FJ Cruiser looking out over the glittering Los Angeles valley. They’d been making out for so long her lips were twice their normal puffy size. As she gazed into Trent’s Caribbean blue eyes, she