sincleirs:
“it’s my film, and if he doesn’t like that, he won’t have a job tomorrow. if he wants a spineless bastard, my ex-husband is casting his next porno.” the producer on the other end of the line had the full force of her hissing sticato. she’d made a vow to herself in her darkest hour. bow to no one. a film was colaporative act, but this was a blatant attempt to take the reigns. patronising mysogyny got no mercy. she dropped her pen, and the baby made it impossible for her to bend.
He wasn't trying to watch her, of course Maverick knew exactly who she was and he wasn't afraid to admit that he admired her work. He personally wouldn’t want to piss her off. Seeing the pen fall he bent over to pick it up for her “here, you might want this,” he said handing her the pen. “Pregnancy can make it a lot harder to get things,”