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  2. Books by Stuart Woods
  3. Dedication
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  65. About the Author

“There never was a deal here. He was assisted out of Sony with a pat on the back and a kick in the ass, and he was trying to save face and pressure us to let him move onto the lot. I don’t think we’d even rent him office space at this point. The guy’s a moneymaker, but he’s an asshole. Everybody who’s worked with him says so. I expect Gala has told you about that.”

“Gala doesn’t like to talk about him, so I’ve heard only the bare minimum, and I couldn’t find anything to like in that.”

They pulled up at the canteen, and everybody got out of the carts and went into the dining room, where a large table had been reserved for the board. Two of them hung back at the door, their cell phones glued to their heads.

“I’m glad I’m not a part of those conversations,” Leo said.

They took their seats, Stone next to Leo.

“Oh, and Ben Bacchetti was confirmed as senior VP in charge of production.”

“I’m delighted to hear it,” Stone said.

“The kid is going to be great. There hasn’t been anybody that smart at the studio since me. Not that your kid isn’t smart—he just doesn’t have the ambition to run things, the way Ben does. All he wants to do is write and direct movies, and that’s just fine with me—he keeps going like he is, and he’ll be one of the greats.”

“Thank you, Leo. I’m glad to hear that.”

Leo’s cell phone went off. “Goldman. He’s where? I don’t care what he says, I don’t want to see him. And revoke his gate pass right now. I don’t want him on the lot again.” Leo hung up. “That was our head of security. Boris Tirov showed up at the main gate, demanding to see me. The guard didn’t like the way he sounded and called his boss, who called me. You heard my response.”

“Everybody at the table heard it, Leo,” Stone said.

“I wanted his buddies to hear it. Now no one will so much as mention his name to me again. Nothing like a little yelling to make a point.”

Stone laughed. “That works, does it?”

“You bet your sweet ass it works. I’m not going to spend my last couple of years here dealing with assholes. Life is too short, especially mine.”

“Are you unwell, Leo?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been better. My doctor says I’ll have a good year or two, then one day I’ll clutch my chest and turn blue.”

“How about a transplant?”