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Zoe debated whether to tell Maggie about Stella hoping to audition for the role of Simone, but something told her to stay quiet.
Zoe’s call waiting sounded and Jeff’s name flashed on her screen. ‘Mags, I’ve gotta go. I have Satan on the other line.’
‘Say hi to Jeff from me,’ Maggie laughed as she finished the call.
‘Hi, Jeff,’ Zoe said as she pulled into the driveway of her home. Banana palms and white bougainvillea screened the low, mid-century house, giving Zoe privacy and also the sense she was in the wild from the inside of the house. It certainly wasn’t anything Jeff would like, she thought as she stopped the car.
‘What the fuck is going on, Greene? I just had Stella Valancia’s manager on the phone, saying you offered her the role of Simone. I thought you had better taste than that. Tits and teeth ain’t gonna cut it for this role.’
At least we agree on something, she thought.
Three days ago she had signed the papers in his office, and since then he had rung her at every given opportunity to throw names at her, names that she knew were too expensive and to ask her how her hunt was going.
She still had a business to run, she wanted to remind him, but part of her wanted him to think she could do it all, and then some.
But God, he was a demanding asshole. Zoe gently banged her forehead on the steering wheel a few times. Was it worth it? she wondered, as Jeff’s voice lectured her.
‘She’s trash and why the hell she’s with Will MacIntyre I don’t know, not when he had Maggie Hall in his bed. I’ve a mind to call him and tell him he doesn’t know a decent woman when he has one.’
Zoe secretly agreed but she felt bad for Stella, despite her misgivings about her earlier.
‘Can you not talk about Stella or any other woman like that, please?’
‘Oh, Christ, don’t tell me I’ve just hired a lesbian feminist!’
‘It’s none of your business what I am,’ said Zoe calmly. ‘Just don’t speak of women like that to me. You’ve got a daughter, haven’t you? I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if you heard someone talking about her like that.’
There was a silence.
‘Just tell Stella she’s not right for the role,’ Jeff barked, and slammed down the phone.
Zoe sat in the car, her head still on the steering wheel, and wondered why the hell she’d ever thought working with Jeff Beerman was a good idea.
She wanted to be powerful, but would that mean she had to turn into a tyrant like him?
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