Après le règne de terreur de Harvey Weinstein ces dernières années, je crois qu'il est grand temps que quelqu'un d'honnête et intègre, animé un...iquement par l'amour de l'art, prenne les choses en main.John éclata de rire devant son ordinateur. Pour la troisième fois aujourd'hui, il se repassait le spot publicitaire qu'il avait fait publier un peu plus tôt dans la semaine, et cette dernière phrase le faisait toujours autant rire. Il soupira de contentement. Il sentait qu'il allait se plaire ici.. . I had a bad day.” She kissed him again and reached for his groin. “Never mind,” she told him, “I have something special for you later.” John reached for her bottom and began to squeeze her. He could feel her panties underneath; he could feel her suspenders. He wanted her. “Dinner is just about ready,” she told him. “Shall we go through?” Dinner was not a pleasant affair. Throughout the meal he wondered if they had been fucking while he was out. He looked for outward signs but none could be. ’ The two smile maniacally as I wrap them in a hug. We sway side to side, nearly tipping each other over before we pull apart. Kate’s eyes drift over my shoulder to the Ye Olde Irish Pub complete with cobbled stones and the recorded song of authentic music. ‘One last legal pint. Do you mind Joanna?’ The director’s face pulls into a frown before she shrugs. ‘Last time. If anyone wants a drink, get it now.’ The rest of the group leaves, but Zora, Em, and Ivan stay behind. ‘Sure you’re okay? I. Sandra had just left her office and was still wearing her usual outfit of a short plaid skirt, a long-sleeve button down blouse, and high heels. It was a very simple outfit, but it looked very attractive on her. Her long honey-blonde hair d****d loosely over her shoulders accentuating the latin bronze of her skin. After looking at her car quickly, Sandra turned to see the other driver. She was an older woman, dressed very nicely, and she was walking towards Sandra looking very angry. Sandra.