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Bobby. He loved it when his clients got their act together, but mostly he loved it when Bobby got his act together. The young star was his creation. He’d spotted him in some low budget soap commercial and had instantly seen his potential. Patrick had got him his first movie role. He had been behind him all the way, through thick and thin, one hundred percent; and now, getting into so many magazines in a single day for something good , well, that was close to a miracle. And of course it also reflected well on him. As manager, when his boy slipped up it was his fault, but when he was good, well, Patrick could be credited for that too.
    “Oh man, I look like a wuz.”
    “A what?”
    “A wuz, man. A whiner. A sloozer!”
    Whatever . Bobby could invent his own language for all Patrick cared. “It’s going to work wonders for you,” he said. “This is awesome publicity for the movie.”
    “What are you talking about? Rosa! Rosa!” A forty-something-year-old Mexican woman in a black and white maid’s uniform came running into the room. “You call me, Bobby?”
    “ Rosa, I need coffee.”
    “Yes sir.”
    “And a muffin. Do we have muffins, Rosa?”
    Rosa scrunched her lips, “You know we don’t, Mr. Bobby. We have juice, scramble egg, no toast. I bring the coffee first.”
    “Where’s Lola?”
    “Lola not come home last night, Mr. Bobby.”
    Bobby groaned and dropped his head into his hands and rested the whole pose heavily onto his knees. Bent like this he tried to speak with Patrick. If only he didn’t have to speak at all. Why couldn’t he have his breakfast in peace? Didn’t he deserve at least that to himself? Patrick was on twenty-four hour duty or something.
    “What does it mean?” he asked, eyeing all the front covers
    Patrick leaned in, excited. “These articles make you look like the sweetest darn date in Hollywood. That’s what it means.” Patrick leaned back again, triumphant. You would have thought he’d staged the whole affair himself. “There will be gossip, but it’ll only be about good things this time.”
    This time, meant not that time, which referred to the time Bobby had got so drunk on shots he’d stripped down to his jocks and proceeded to dance on the bar top of a respectable night club downtown. An argument, a police fine, and fifteen minutes in jail had served as a reminder that publicity isn’t all good.
    It had been especially upsetting seeing his mug shot publicized that time for one and all to scrutinize. That definitely had not been good publicity; but at least it had been a story. At least there had been a reason for all the fuss. But now Bobby didn’t get it. Okay, so he was caught kissing his girlfriend. So what? That wasn’t headline news for four major magazines.
    And it wasn’t just the one picture either. It was a whole story of pictures: Bobby kissing Lola, big smile, he’s a happy guy; stomp, stomp, his girl is angry; she’s off, leaving him to pay the bill by himself; sad, sad Bobby, what a bitch! Bobby leaves the restaurant alone; that’s no way to treat a loving boyfriend; the end.
    Ooh, Lola was going to be pissed, and for some absurd reason , Bobby felt a little bit afraid.
    Patrick, on the other h and, loved it. He practically beamed at the scandalous nature of it all. Not for the first time, Bobby wondered about his manager.
    Bobby stood up. “I have my final shoot in two hours. Do you mind if we talk about this later?”
    “Sure , sure. Catch you on set.” Patrick wasn’t a difficult guy. In fact, he had made his career by being as easy as pie when he needed to be. As long as his commission came in each month he would let his clients dismiss him so nonchalantly.

CHAPTER 6
     
     
     
    “Carl , what’s come over you?”
    “ Julie, I’m not the man you thought I was.”
    “I love you Carl, that’s the man I know you are.”
    “You can’t love me, Julie. You don’t know me. I’m the guy they sent to kill you.”
    “Kill me? Carl,