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she’d wanted her friends to share in her joy. But that wasn’t to be. Artie said in his New York accented voice...
    “That’s a rap ladies. I’ve got what I need. With the footage that we already have; we’ll piece together the finale.”
    The director pulled back from his position, preferring to talk to the cameramen and the audio techs to ensure that they’d gotten what they needed. He couldn’t end his season as the director, with bits and pieces that couldn’t be edited. But if the picture and the sound was all right; then he would have something to work with. Earlier, before arriving at the restaurant, Artie had captured a conversation that was sure to be bombshell news.
    As the clock ticked, prior to Artie hollering ‘cut’; the producer had begun stepping forward to give his assessment but his feet stopped short, when he’d spotted Precious crossing the floor. He watched her as she glided into the room. There was something about her that lie wedged beneath his skin. When he’d first met her, he’d sensed the attraction and for that reason Hamilton purposely stayed away. He rarely made his visits known and he’d not been expected for todays filming. When Hamilton had been noticed standing in the rear of the restaurant, the women appeared genuinely surprised. They turned to look at him, and he nodded his hello from across the room. Hamilton Gantry stood off in the distance, eyes shielded behind a pair of dark sunglasses. His face was tanned, with a few days worth of unshaven stubble. He’d been out West, working out of his Los Angeles office. While standing in the restaurant, observing the taping; Hamilton had stood silent, casually observing how Precious Sinclair’s entrance had upstaged Faye’s announcement. When Precious had interviewed for the reality TV show, he’d asked Artie to find out her ethnicity. His curiosity was primarily due to her unique beauty. She didn’t look like the carbon copies he typically saw in major cities. Fake boobs, fake lips, hair extensions and dyed blond hair. In LA, that look was a dime a dozen. When asked, this wasn’t a question that Precious cozied up to because with her background, there wasn’t one straightforward answer. Her mother, Camille Royal Sinclair was born to a father of mixed Caucasian and African American heritage, and her mother was full Samoan. Precious’ father had a heritage that was a little less complicated than her mother’s. Colten Sinclair’s father was African American and his mother was half Filipino and African American. Both of her parents were fair skinned with curly black hair, but her mother’s tended to be straighter. With such a grand mixture; Precious had coined her own ethnicity. Afro-Causimofilipino-American. When eyebrows raised in confusion, she would clear it up by saying...“I’m an American.”
    That line still got a smile, whenever he thought about it. He’d been smart to agree with the casting director because since the debut episode, and the last time he’d received a recent update. Amelia Precious Sinclair was a fan favorite and the most popular cast member on his payroll.
    When Artie turned, he spotted Hamilton standing in the rear. The producer rocked his head, gesturing for the director to join him. Artie lay down his headset, then he weaved through the tables, heading where Hamilton stood in the distance. Hamilton lifted up his sunglasses when he said...
    “Are you sure you want to end it here? Sounded to me like Faye was getting ready to announce her engagement.”
    The director smiled widely when he said...
    “So you know about that.”
    Artie chuckled because nothing got pass Hamilton Gantry. He was one of the most successful producers in the business and his shows were always in the top ten. Hamilton said...
    “I know Faye Gunther. She loves the spotlight. I also know her fiancé. I’ve met him more than a few times. The last time I was in New York I spotted them at the Four Seasons. They looked like