"She's not," Alyssa Carter said, stepping out of the hotel room behind them. "You read the new proposed scripts?"
Kyle nodded. There was precious little else to do in this town besides making the rounds of five different night clubs. He could go country western or disco revival, or just find a smoky, dark corner to sit and drink. Reading the stack of scripts would impress the producers and provide an excuse not to go bar-hopping every night with Jamie. His mother had warned him about the Hawkes side of the family, after all.
"That cute kid, as Jamie puts it, created one of the characters we hope will be semi-regular."
"Jess?" He turned and looked at the girl again.
"What do you think of Jess?" an unfamiliar, deep male voice asked.
Kyle turned back to the door to the hotel room as a white-whiskered man stepped down with some care, leaning on an eagle-headed ebony cane.
"I think she gets all the good lines." He shrugged and grinned. "I know my sister and all her friends would love her."
"Uh huh." Alyssa nodded. "That's what we thought when we first saw the stories she proposed. Appeal to a wider audience."
"Stories?" Now that he had looked at the man a little longer, Kyle thought he had seen him during the shooting of the pilot movie. He had to be someone important in the production company. He held out his hand to shake. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't remember if we met."
"We didn't." The man chuckled and gripped Kyle's hand for a few seconds. "I'm G. Don Menger." He laughed when Kyle stammered, trying to think of something intelligent to say. "I'm pleased to meet you, too. What do you think of Raine's first-ever script?"
"Talented kid," Jamie said. He snorted when Kyle gave him a questioning look. "Yeah, I read it."