Cate Andrews Dirty Movies (epub)

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.Janie Reed was hauntingly pale and dressed from head to toe in black.The only splash of colour came from heavy purple shadows encircling both eyes, so conspicuous that for a split-second Polly thought she was sporting a pair of hideous comedy glasses.‘Well come along, come along, no time to dawdle in the corridor,’ she heard Janie say as she grabbed her wrist and frog-marched her across the hallway and into the production office.Polly stumbled in Lucy’s unfamiliar heels, ricocheted off the doorframe and only just managed to right herself before she collided with a large oval reception desk in front of her.Behind a row of the messiest desks she had ever seen sat three women, their faces partially obscured by towering piles of documents, over-loaded paper trays and groaning lever arch files.Nearby walls were plastered in shooting schedules, telephone lists and old film location photographs.Even the computer monitors were coated in triffod-like trails of yellow sticky notes that appeared to multiply before her very eyes.Telephones kept bursting into life like they were being zapped by ER heart paddles, and the low drone of nervy chatter buzzing around the room was hypnotic.No one bothered to acknowledge Polly except a timid-looking girl with very fine, ash-blonde hair sat nearest the door.She looked up and smiled.At the same time the fax machine next to her started beeping Morse code and spewing out a sea of bright yellow pages.Her neighbour leapt up from her desk to catch the cascade before racing past Janie and Polly and bellowing at the top of her lungs,‘Hold the blackmail Vincent, the permit’s come through!’‘Oh, thank god!’ whistled Janie, slumping in relief against a large photograph of Stephen De Vries accepting a Golden Globe from Tom Hanks.‘We’ve been waiting for that location permit all morning.Sorry for the chaos, Polly, but we fly to Morocco in two days to start prepping for our new movie, A Desert Affair.The last few weeks of pre-production are always utter madness.’Polly ummed and ahhed in sympathy but was quickly distracted by the sight of six immaculately polished BAFTA Awards on the bookcase opposite.‘Gillian, do you have sec?’ she heard Janie say, ‘i’d like you to meet Darcie’s replacement.’‘Darcie’s what??’ Polly whipped round in shock.‘Well, do you want the job or not?’Polly’s answer was instantaneous.‘Good.Now we’ve got a helluva lot to get through this morning to bring you up to speed.First, meet Gillian, she’s our production manager,’ explained Janie, nodding at a skinny redhead in the corner.Gillian glanced up from her laptop and narrowed her eyes at Polly before snatching up her telephone.Two seconds later she was gabbling away about the merits of various camera-stock whilst curling the phone cord around her dirty fingernails.‘And this is…’‘Are you sure?’ interrupted Polly suddenly, ‘are you really, really sure? Have I really got the job?’Janie allowed herself a small smile.‘It’s a little unorthodox I know, but we’ve simply no time to dot the ‘I’s’ and cross the ‘T’s’ today.Besides, you were the only one who answered her phone at 6am this morning.Stephen axed one of our runners last night and with the amount of work we’ve got to get through I need someone smart and keen to able to start right away.You’re up for the challenge, right? Your CV certainly suggests you are.’Polly nodded frantically.‘That’s what I thought.Now, moving on… Next to Gillian sits our production coordinator, Rachel, whom you just saw disappearing into our producer’s office.And this is…’‘Lily, Lily Moore,’ interrupted the timid-looking girl rising from her desk.‘Hello, i’m GBA’s script supervisor.’‘Lovely to meet you Lily,’ Polly smiled, recognising her voice from the intercom.‘I’ll explain everyone’s job roles once the team are out of the door on Friday,’ continued Janie, ushering her out of the room, ‘right now you better meet Vincent.Stephen’s on very important business at the Ritz again this afternoon so he won’t be back for the rest of the day.’There was an imperceptible snort from Gillian’s direction at this.‘Nice to meet you Polly,’ whispered Lily.Marching up the corridor, Janie screeched to a stop outside another door and rapped brusquely on the frosted glass.Polly glanced uneasily at the splintered imprint of a fist in the doorframe.‘Vincent?’No answer.Janie tried again.‘Vincent? Can I come in?’‘Fuck Off’ screamed a voice eventually, ‘I’m on the fucking phone to fucking LA!’At the same time the door opened a few inches and the girl from the production office stuck her head out and made a face.Beyond her brown ponytail, Polly caught her first glimpse of Vincent Edwards, far fatter and balder than any of his photo-shopped press images suggested.The famed producer was slumped over his desk and clutching a telephone receiver so tightly that his knuckles had turned the same colour as his office manager’s face.Meanwhile, in an attempt to slip through the crack in the door undetected, Rachel’s belt loop snagged on the door handle [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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