*Serene POV*
“I know, Ann!” I insisted. “He’s not a conventional pick for this role, but my writer’s gut says that he’ll be an unorthodox success. Please, give Damon a chance.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m listening to a newbie, but you have a way with words, Serene. You owe me Mojitos for life if you screw this up!” Ann threatened lightly. “I’ll call Rufus and tell him the new arrangements. If he doesn’t like it, the hell with him. Fire his saggy a*s too.”
I chuckled imagining the droopy flesh under Rufus’ baggy khakis. Ann added, “Could you be a dear and put Damon on the phone please?”
“No problem,” I obeyed and eagerly handed the phone to Damon. I can’t believe Ann agreed to this!
“Listen here, Damon,” I heard her voice over the speaker. “Don’t you f*ck this up, understand?”
“Affirmative,” he answered plainly and smiled. "I'll make this the best decision of your life."
We left Isaac and his sex-obsessed self behind with Rufus in the trailer and made our way back to the studio.
