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marketing, rendering them millions of dollars. I can do the exact same thing for you. Advertisers will come out of the woodwork trying to buy time once I get finished with that show.”
    “Well as much as I’d like to tell you to get your behind down here and start this very instant, Sinclair, we have to go through different channels. The more I think about it, the more I believe you may be on to something, but nevertheless, this could take months. However, the new show doesn’t start for at least three months—JoAnn’s contract is not over until then and that was part of Mrs. Aknaten’s parameters, something about wanting to stay home with her youngest child until she was at least one year of age. I don’t know, but anyway,” she exhaled loudly, “it would entail much more than you are proposing, Sinclair.”
    Children...she has kids now. Interesting.
    “ Yes Liz, I understand it doesn’t work that way but I have another proposal that may push this to the forefront, sweeten the deal, make the big wigs want to listen. Whatever you are paying your producer now, and I think I have an idea of how much that is, you can pay me half of that.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
    He grinned as he heard her exuberance over the phone.
    “Yes, I, Sinclair Grayson, of sound mind, am offering my services to you for a fraction of the cost you’d pay someone else. That is how badly I want this, Liz. It may not seem like it, but I actually am qualified. Video production and show production are quite similar. I know how to work with lighting, sound control, all of it. All I ask for in return is for you to ensure that I have my own dressing room.” He laughed heartily, though a nervous lump in his throat wouldn’t let him swallow quite comfortably.
    “You’ve got it! If I can get the guys to approve this, and that surely makes this much easier, my goodness, this could be just what we need! If I get a ‘yes’, don’t you let me down,” she warned, her tone turning serious.
    “ You’ve got my word. The timing is perfect. Johnson said he needed help with the production of the show. This way, we can just flip it—I will run the damn thing, and he can work for me , take a load off.” He laughed casually.
    “ Let me call an emergency meeting today and I will contact you later this evening. If all goes well, I need you in this office tomorrow, Sinclair. To-mor-row! ”
    “I will be there! Liz, you’ve done so much for me in the past, given me great connections, it is the least I can do. I will be there first thing tomorrow morning, if everything goes well.”
    “Beautiful. You will hear from me soon.”
    “ Thank you. Goodbye, Liz.”
    He promptly disconnected the call. A strong sense of satisfaction enveloped him like a heated blanket on a blistery, cold morning. With a new pep in his step, as if a shot of B12 had been given to him intravenously, he moved toward the other side of his residence, passing expensive oil paintings, shiny sculptures and exotic plant life. He walked into his massive bedroom, with baseboard to ceiling windows framed with partially open chocolate curtains, exposing downtown L.A. like the glittering jewel that it was. He made his way to a small drawer in his night chest and removed a silver tray, a rolled one-hundred dollar bill and a small velvety pouch of premium cocaine. Sitting on the side of his bed, he laughed, his giddy breath wafting over the expensive powdery dust, threatening to waste it. He gained his composure, forcefully pushed his index finger on his left nostril, closing it completely while he sniffed a long, skinny trail of the powdery poison, his beloved Blow, into his nose, making it disappear as if he were a magician and his schnozzle a Dyson vacuum.
    He fell back onto the bed and looked up out of his diamond shaped skylight, the star dusted night sparkled with constellations, giving his newfangled high more momentum as he took in the glorious