The D-list actress wasn’t getting any younger, said Brett the agent, and reports of older women getting hot roles were grossly overstated. Plus, she was no Dame Judi Dench. Then they rode in silence from the Guadalajara airport.
They stepped out of the Escalade, the heat hitting them like a slap. Brett mopped his forehead with a salmon-tinted pocket square. He’d been down here several times, but this was the D-list actress’s first trip.
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