Back in his office, he sank into his chair. Something had to be wrong with Buck. By nature he was abrupt, blustery, and demanding, but he’d seldom been so mistaken about a story or the financial risk. DreamMagic had never had a film that lost money. Every movie had earned its expenses back with a profit. Maybe a smaller than expected profit, but enough to keep them going until a more lucrative film came along. What in hell was he going to do?
He picked up the telephone. “Art, how’re things?” He listened with relief to the voice of the reasonable person coming to him from the other end of the line. Arthur Bodman was an entertainment attorney and could be counted on to provide sound legal advice and keep his counsel to himself. “Glad things are going well for you. I’m good. Thanks for asking. I need your thoughts on something. Can you meet me for lunch in about thirty minutes?” He dropped his voice. “I’ve a place in mind people here don’t patronize. Great. I’ll see you there.”