Newcomers

 

Got a few more peeps for y’all to meet. 

This is Lise-Marie Granier, my boss’s new personal assistant.  She’s from frigid Montreal, Quebec, Canada and arrived in Bridgeport right after Christmas.  I don’t know if she’s actually living in my boss’ house but it’s quite possible. 

And this is Kyra Foster.  My new girlfriend. 

We met at a party at Lola’s house.  Lola’s the one who actually introduced us.  She’s one of Lola’s backup musicians. 

We went out to eat at the local diner.  The diner is set off on this little island by its lonesome.  It can get packed at times, especially in the evenings before celebrities do their club hopping and party hardy thing.  Kyra and I like to go in the evenings before the crowd arrives.

“Sebastian?”

“Huh?”

“I’d appreciate it if the press didn’t know about our relationship just yet.  We’re just getting started.”

Fat chance.  The paps are vultures out here. 

Rather predictably, the gossip rags trumpet our coupling. 

So the next day at work I’m walking past a meeting in the conference room of the studio where she and her new PA were with a tall, willowy blonde.  I learned later that she’s Nadija Berlander, the Swedish author selling the movie rights to her mystery novel “About Emily” to Plumbob Pictures and working with my boss on the screenplay.  I took a glimpse of Nadija.  She definitely looked Nordic.  White-blond hair, blue eyes, and she was tall and thin.  Her mother was Ukrainian and her father was Swedish.  “Ms. Berlander, please, have a seat.” 

Lise-Marie took her seat next to Kris and across from Nadija.  I found her to be standoffish and somewhat aloof. She kept her eyes trained on her boss. 

“Per Sorenson is good,” whispered Lise-Marie to Kris, who kept staring at the TV screen.
“I don’t know,” summed Nadija in a husky voice.

“I read the book,” said Kris. “Emily’s killer/lover is an incredibly charismatic but incredibly evil man. We need someone who can convey both.”
“What about your guy, Hamming?” asked Lise.
“He’s tied up with the Steve Glue project,” Kris reminded her. “We need someone else.”

I can’t say I’m familiar with the business aspect of this life, but I don’t think it’s something I’d get involved in.  I guess that’s why Kris does what she does – and I do what I do.