Chapter 10

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Paul liked to spend at least four hours a day in his studio when he wasn’t in the middle of a shoot, but Jack had interrupted him just after the two hour mark. And Paul lost all interest in dancing. He snagged the script and marched out of the small building, his shoulders bunched up around his ears. Jack was even more obnoxious than Paul had initially given him credit for. Martin had thought he was overreacting. Clearly, he had been underreacting.Clearly, he hadn’t been angry enough.

“Melinda!” Paul roared, though she was waiting for him at the back door.

“Mr. Dunham, I am sorry.”

“How did he get back to my studio?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Dunham. I sent him away when I took the script.”