'I thought I told you to fucking well crucify him. Only his long fingers clenched round the glass of water on the table betrayed any emotion. That's an awful lot,' grumbled Valerie. Couldn't you feel the tidal waves of disapproval and distaste emanating from those tweed bosoms throughout the interview? We haven't a hope.
At least they could rely on the understudy to be perfectly awful. Cupping her face with his hands, he felt the tears sliding into his fingers. Originally he was supposed to be bringing some French actress, but she'd got stuck on location in Scotland. Rupert had said she was nearly forty, but, except for the fine pencilling of lines round her wicked dark brown eyes, you'd never have known it.
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