A few minutes later, his phone pinged showing a text. It was Liat’s number, sent by Dwight. A second one followed.
“Any action?”
“Little bit. Progress.”
“Good. Go watch yourself. You’re about to be executed.”
“Bugger all. Who cares?”
His phone rang. He’d barely said hello when Dwight started talking.
“I’ve never met anyone as uninterested in his own career as you are.”
“Are there really web sites devoted to my bum?”
“What? Yes. So?”
“So, there are people starving and living on the street and they’re waxing pornographic about my ass? What’s wrong with people?”
“You got me. Nothing better to do. You do have a very nice ass, Austin. But it’s not worth the attention it’s getting.”
“Precisely my point. Am I doing the talk shows and so on?”
“Yes. I’ll coordinate with Sandy and Robert so we can schedule around you. They may want Liat too. Babs…
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