Vivian sat on the chaise, crossing her legs. "I read the Variety piece. They called your recent work 'a masterclass in dignified restraint.' That’s code for 'we won’t cast her in anything with a sex scene.'"
The lights hit her like a warm wave. The applause was long and loud, filled with the faces of women she’d mentored, men she’d outlasted, and a few she’d loved badly. At the podium, she adjusted the microphone and looked out at the sea of sequins and tuxedos. HotMILFsFuck.22.10.23.Valentina.You.Can.Be.Roug...
Margot laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. "You always knew how to flatter." Vivian sat on the chaise, crossing her legs