Celluloid Memories

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Author: Sandra Kitt
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doorway. “I’ll have to get back to him. Didn’t you let him know I’m on an important call?”
    The young man nodded. “He was insistent. Said he had some crucial information for you, and if you didn’t get it you’d probably kick his ass. Sorry, those were his words. And there’s a Miss Daly waiting in reception. She doesn’t have an appointment but said you’re expecting her?” He ended on a question to explain his own lack of knowledge of the unexpected visitor. “I think she has to do with why Mr. Peterson is calling.”
    â€œI wouldn’t be surprised,” McCoy Sutton muttered, already pushing a button on his phone console as his assistant backed out of the office door, closing it behind him.
    â€œJeff, this is a bad time. I’m in the middle of…”
    â€œFifteen seconds, I swear. It’s about my sister, Cherise Kim Daly. She’s twenty-three, was voted Miss Something-or-other in Washington, D.C., has done a few commercials, and she wants to be an actress. Think Vivica Fox, but younger. I sent her over to see you. Did she get there, yet?”
    â€œAnd you want me to see her because…” Mac began, his annoyance at the interruption held at bay because Jeff Peterson was one of his best friends.
    â€œBecause I know you can hook her up.”
    â€œNot with me. Not my type, and she’s too young.”
    â€œOf course not with you. This ain’t about booty, Mac. She’s trying to break into the business here, and I thought you could help her out a little.”
    â€œJeff,” McCoy began with more patience than he was feeling, “I’m not in the business. I don’t have anything to do with the movie industry, the studios, the directors, or young women who want to be actresses. And, I’m in the middle of a deal.”
    â€œYou know a lot of people. Just introduce her to one or two and then you can cut her loose.”
    Mac looked at his watch. “Your fifteen seconds are up. You owe me, Jeff. Bye.” He hung up the phone, shaking his head, but nevertheless amused by his friend’s affrontery. He called his assistant. “Colin, tell Ms. Daly I’ll be with her shortly. Offer her something to drink.”
    Shortly turned out to be close to an hour.
    When McCoy was finally able to go out to the reception area, it was to find that Jeff Peterson’s description of his sister had been on target, and Colin had fallen under the spell of the brown-skinned beauty, as was evident by the flush in his cheeks.
    â€œSorry to keep you waiting so long,” Mac said, extending his hand to the very slender, tall and poised young woman who stood up to meet him.
    Within the first few seconds McCoy had taken a complete assessment of Cherise Daly and determined that she had at least several key attributes necessary for success in Hollywood. She was tall and Hollywood thin, but with curves in all the places deemed to be important. She had a slightly exotic look, with hazel eyes and long wavy hair. Her features were less African-American than they were kind of multiethnic other. Her skin color was the same as Halle Berry’s—brown enough not to be confused for white, but light enough to afford Ms. Daly more opportunities. Mac doubted if all of Ms. Daly’s assets were hers, but no one particularly cared anymore about authenticity in Hollywood.
    She was totally aware of herself, and with a certain feminine coyness that Mac personally found too studied to be appealing.
    â€œI’m sorry Jeff didn’t give you more warning about me.” Her smile was warm…and sexy.
    Mac tore his gaze from her and looked at Colin who, clearly mesmerized by Cherise, was trying not to appear too dumbstruck.
    â€œWhat’s on my calendar for the rest of today?”
    â€œA three o’clock appointment with Altair Construction over that renovation in Santa Monica, and there’s that fundraiser

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