Power Play
Power Play
“You look like you have something in your eye.”
Eric looked momentarily crestfallen as he escorted Monica to their window table at Dijon, NYC’s hottest new restaurant. Theresa had worked her magic again: there were paparazzi waiting outside, snapping pictures, demanding to know if she and Eric were a bona fide item. Monica smiled coyly but said nothing. Eric winked at them while giving the thumbs-up twice: once while they were going into the restaurant, and yet again through the window once they were seated. This was going to be harder than Monica thought.
“What’s wrong with winking?” Eric asked. “It tells them, ‘Yeah, something is definitely going on,’ while at the same time maintaining the mystery.”
“You’re a master of the media now, huh?”
Monica opened the menu, stifling an exhausted yawn. She was in the majority of scenes filmed earlier in the day, and she was incredibly weary. She’d gone above and beyond to really dig into the character of Roxie the way Monty advised.
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