A Collaboration between Bron and Suzie
the conference room, Angelina and Sheridan gently placed their
briefcases on top of the large maple table and began to sit
side by side in two oversized, leather, executive chairs.
Adjusting her skirt as she sat, Angelina opened up her attaché
case and pulled out the edited copy of the manuscript while
Sheridan pulled out the contract and papers they were sent.
Both pulled out a copy of their resumes and list of references.
Pulling out a pair of glasses, Angelina wiped the smudges
off the glass lens with a Kleenex.
“What the hell are those?” Sheridan asked.
“A fashion accessory,” Angelina said with a smile.
Sheridan rolled her eyes, “You don’t even wear glasses.”
“True, but I look smarter.” Angelina suppressed her
giggle as the door opened.
“Good afternoon ladies. Welcome. My name is Gene
Mullen. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Gene said
as he shook hands with the women.
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Sheridan Anderson.”
Sheridan grasped the man’s hand and shook it firmly.
‘Strong handshake she’s got,’ thought Gene.
“Hello. I’m Angelina Lydon. Here are copies
of our resumes and references for your information”
'Nice eye contact. Very easy on the eyes,' Gene smiled
as his thoughts raced through his mind. He was not expecting
this. He never thought he would be dealing with two
women who appeared to be very professional and, judging by
their resumes, qualified. Neither had a lot of experience,
but they certainly were intelligent women.
“I appreciate you both being able to meet with me on such
short notice. My clients who are interested in this
project were eager to get started.” Gene began talking.
Sheridan began, “We’ve both gone over these contracts you
sent to us and we had a few questions we were hoping you would
be able to answer.”
“Of course, I would be happy too.” Gene was somewhat
worried all of a sudden. The contracts were pretty straight-forward,
“We were wondering why you wanted to hire us?” Angelina
got straight to the point.
Sheridan interrupted her partner, “What Angel means….”
“Angel?” Gene look confused.
“I’m sorry, I call Angelina, Angel for short.” Sheridan
corrected her un-professionalism.
Gene’s lips formed an ‘O’ as he understood.
Sheridan continued, “What Angelina means is that we didn’t
think you would need to hire us, since you have your own production
company, which we both assumed includes writers.” Sheridan
smiled as she waited with baited breath for Gene’s answer.
“Yes, the company does have writers at its disposal.
However, this project is very delicate and my clients and
I both felt that in order to preserve the storyline, we should
hire those who know the material best.”
“Who exactly are your clients?” Angelina asked as
she put down her pen and folded her hands over her legal pad.
“Once we have you ladies signed and onboard for this project,
you’ll be meeting your new bosses. Til then, that’s
confidential.” Gene replied with an efficient business
‘Oh great. Knowing our luck, we’ll be working with
the mafia,’ Angelina turned towards Sheridan as she scribbled
her thoughts down on the legal pad.
Sheridan looked down to read the note and back up to meet
Angelina’s eyes. They looked frightened and Sheridan
knew she had to be a bit more aggressive and get some answers
that would guarantee their safety.
“Our potential employers wouldn’t by any chance be into
anything illegal, would they?” Sheridan didn’t have
time to tactfully word her question, this was the best she
could do under the pressure she was feeling.
Gene chuckled understanding where their line of questioning
was coming from. He somewhat smiled as he spoke, “I
can assure you, the company and this film are part of a legitimate
corporation. This isn’t a cover for any illegal operations.
I’m being secretive to protect the identities of my clients
until we have you both on board and can sign an agreement
to keep this project quiet; a confidentiality clause, as they
say. They are not part of the Mob, I can assure you.”
Gene smiled as he spoke his last sentence.
Angelina blushed at his last statement, “I shouldn’t watch
The Sopranos. It’s making my mind work overtime.”
Sheridan was grateful to see Angel relax.
The conversation went more in-depth. Sheridan was
good at this part, asking questions and dealing with specifics.
Angelina was taking notes. She knew she should have
brought her laptop to type the minutes of this meeting; she
was much faster at typing than writing.
Sheridan was thorough as they went over the hours of work
involved. What in general, the company had in mind for
a timeline, as well as percentages and paychecks. Sheridan
had the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She
wasn’t sure how they could hold down full time jobs and do
this project at the same time. The company had requested
a revised script and labeled as such per the industry standard.
From that point, a shooting script would be put together so
that all of the departments could develop a budget.
They would need a sound stage, props, costumes, and some location
shots. The list was endless but important. This
would determine the dollar amount.
Sheridan and Angelina would have to discuss this more at
home. Neither of them could afford to give up their
jobs but the project seemed to explode in Sheridan's head
when the numbers were laid down on the table in front of her.
As the women signed their names to the contracts, Gene
congratulated them and welcomed them into the company.
He then collected the contracts while smiling and said he
would return momentarily. Gene was pleased as punch
that he had them signed. The writer’s were onboard without
much of an excuse and now so would be the cast and production
company. They only needed one more thing, a director.
They had been meeting with Gene for almost two hours.
Refreshments were brought in for them which was a good thing,
since Angelina’s stomach began to grumble. She had finished
off her glass of water an hour ago and was getting very thirsty.
Sheridan’s eyes lit up as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
She looked at her cell phone and saw that Tom had tried calling
twenty minutes ago.
A young woman walked into the conference room, “Good Evening
ladies. My name is Marybeth, I'm Gene’s assistant.
He’ll be back in just a few minutes. Can I get you ladies
anything else or give you a tour?”
“Hello,” Sheridan and Angelina spoke and shook Marybeth’s
hand. “Could you tell us where the restrooms are located?”
“Certainly, follow me.”
As the three of them walked down the corridor and turned,
Gene and his clients were walking into the conference room
that the women had just vacated.
Gene had made copies of the resumes and references that
the ladies had given him. He handed each one of his clients
a copy on their way into the conference room.
As they took their usual seats, they all began reading.
Afterwards, they were asking Gene questions about the writers.
All Gene could do was warn them that the women were not at
all as he pictured them to be. They may be fans, but
they were intelligent, nice looking women, who were well prepared.
Gene started to laugh, “Although, they won’t be prepared to
meet you five gentlemen.”
The oldest and his cousin, who were both hesitant about
this project from the beginning, appreciated seeing their
credentials. “They appear to be quite smart on paper.
Boston University and Penn State are very good schools.
This might not be so bad. At least I don’t feel like
we will completely fail with this project,” one of them mumbled.
They heard the women approaching by the clicks of their
heels on the floor. Marybeth opened the door and stepped
aside, allowing the ladies in. Giving them a quick nod
and a ‘hello’ to the clients.
Gene came over and whispered something to Marybeth then
greeted the two women. “Why don’t I introduce you to
your new bosses? This is your cast and the producers
for this project.” as he motioned for the women to join them.
Sheridan and Angelina stood there, not really looking at who
was in the room, but noticed movement and suddenly five people.
Not people, men, five men who looked vaguely familiar.
Not just vaguely, but very familiar to the ladies.
Angelina made a small, sharp gasping sound and Sheridan
mumbled a very soft, ‘Oh God.’
Gene continued to speak, as he was being amused watching
the girls try and stay composed. He was feeling a bit
guilty about not being able to warn them, but then he thought
this would be a good way to judge their professionalism.
“Sheridan Anderson and Angelina Lydon, please meet Alex
McLean, Howard Dorough, Brian Littrell, Nick Carter, and Kevin
Quickly, Angel wiped her hands on her skirt then began
to shake each of their hands and say hello. She maintained
eye contact with each of them, never looking down to find
their hands, impressing Gene.
Sheridan straightened and pulled her shoulders back as
she firmly shook their hands. ‘So far, so good,’ Gene thought.
‘And neither one of them has lost their voice while saying
hello either, no screaming yet by fan standards.’
As they took their seats again, Sheridan and Angelina were
sitting beside each other at one end of the conference table.
Their new bosses were seated opposite them, except Kevin who
anchored one chair at one end of the table and Gene who sat
at the other end.
Angel picked up her pen from her pad and quickly wrote
something for Sheridan.
“Busted,” was all it said.
Sheridan locked her eyes on Gene, getting her message across
that she wasn’t too happy about this.
The squeak of springs made all the heads in the room turn
towards the foot of the table. Kevin sat with a highlighter,
drawing lines across the pages. “So ladies, how does
that little blurb go?” Kevin paused for a second as
he thought about it for a short second. “Oh yes,” Kevin
made little quote marks in the air with his index and second
finger. “All stories, and characters are fictitious.
Any resemblance to real people, or events, is purely coincidental.”
Angelina’s mind raced saying a little prayer, ‘Oh God,
please no anxiety attacks. I swear I’ll be good.
I’ll be at Church on Sunday. Just please let me be able to
make it through this meeting.’
Kevin waited to see if he had hit a sore spot. Angelina
seemed to be gasping for air like a big old bass. Oh
yeah, he had struck a nerve with that one. He watched
the little blonde, she didn’t flinch but scrawled something
on the legal pad that only the two of them and Gene could
Angelina’s eyes dropped to the pad. “I hope you didn’t
quit your job. We’re going to have legal bills!”
Angelina closed her eyes after she read Sheridan’s note, she
felt faint. Angelina’s eyelids popped open when Kevin
“Nick, how much was that fine for the sea grass shit?”
Kevin’s tongue was balled up in his cheek.
“Hell man, I don’t remember, that was ages ago.”
Kevin licked the tip of his finger and turned the pages
of the script, “Oh yeah, here it is, Thirty thousand, five
hundred, and seventy three dollars, but it’s all coincidental.” Kevin laughed
as he looked at the women.
A.J. cleared his throat, “Look, Kevin ain’t too happy about
doin’ a fanfic for our first flick. I happen to like
your work. Brian is hesitant, Howie likes the spin you
gave his guy, and Nick just wants to learn to surf.
So ladies, lets do it.” A.J. turned the page, “We will
need some changes. Broadway Boy over there is going
to London. Each one of us will schedule a series of
meetings with both of you and tell you what we want changed.
We’ll let you know what you can keep.”
“Uh-oh,” Angel almost moaned a little too loud.
Sheridan soaked up A.J.’s directive and then looked at
Gene. “I thought that you wanted to preserve the storyline
and that we were to maintain some type of creative control
with this project.”
A whoosh of air came from the opposite end of the room.
“You’ll have control, afterall, it is your story, as highly
inaccurate as it is.”
“I think she has you pigeon holed pretty well cousin,”
Brian smiled as he offered a glimmer of hope to these women.
The guys weren’t divas and rarely acted like it. It
seemed that both Kevin and A.J. were in a diva mood though.
Sheridan smiled as she looked across the table, making
a mental note that she would deal with Brian in the future
if she had any problems. All this time, she thought
Howie was the grand peacemaker.
Angelina had yet to speak, her ears soaking up the conversation.
She was trying very hard not to stare at the handsomest man
in the room, in her eyes anyway, Nick.
Gene looked to each one of them. “Now we all understand
that the ladies have the final say so.”
Kevin’s mouth began to open but Gene’s hand making the
old stand by stop sign; ceased him from going further.
“Unless of course, you have a real problem and then I will
play mediator.” Gene watched Kevin’s mouth close.
Sheridan checked her tongue in her cheek. “Let’s
begin, we’ll start with A.J. since he seems to want some changes.
We can set up meetings as necessary.”
“Will you need a production assistant or secretary to help
you ladies?” Howie was offering to inflate the payroll
and help them out.
Angelina shook her head no, “We’re fine. We live
together and do just fine on our own. Just the two of
A quiet snicker from Nick made Sheridan glare at the man,
since Angelina had made their relationship seem like something
Angelina looked around the room at the five men, all but
Brian were grinning slightly. Kevin was the worst as
he sat back in his chair and smirked.
“We live together, that is all. I’m not the one who
sets everyone’s ‘Gaydar’ off.”
Now all the men began to laugh except for Kevin, the stab
was meant for him and Sheridan had delivered it in a non-threatening
Nick and Angelina’s stomachs were growling and beginning
to break up conversations. Menus had been brought in and passed
around since the meeting was running very late. Everyone
ordered something to eat, even though the tension was high.
“Angelina, do you know how to surf? I’ve been taking
lessons. I really want to learn how to surf.”
Nick took a bite of his chicken wing.
“No, I don’t know. I’m from an area where there are
only lakes. When I lived in Boston, I would go to the
ocean, but you can’t really surf there either.” Angelina
had ordered the same meal as Nick.
“Then how did you get all that stuff in there?” Nick’s
greasy fingers slid over his copy of the script.
Sheridan was repulsed.
Angelina was… well… it was Nick. What did she expect,
a neat Nick? “Sheridan is a pain in the rear for when
it comes to this stuff. The technical portions came
from research. And please, just call me Angel, everyone
“Are you my Angel?” Nick smiled at her.
The four men along with Gene and Sheridan moaned over the
questions. Nick’s flirting caused Angel to choke on
“No sleeping with the employees Nick,” Kevin munched on
a bread stick.
“Who said she would?” Sheridan shot back, a little
pissed that he would be so amateurish and rude.
Angelina’s eyes spoke enough words to keep her quiet.
She was amazed at how the conversation took a complete 180
degree turn on her. ‘What the hell?’ she thought, ‘Okay,
the big jerk is trying to intimidate you Angel, stay calm,’
Angel continued to give herself a pep talk.
“So who wrote who in this story?” Howie wanted to
know who knew about who and how the two women had written
“I don’t think that is pertinent Mr. Dorough. We
write together and then blend the character traits that we
like and put them into words.” Sheridan jammed her fork
into a salad. It was un-nerving as hell to be in the
same room as the man she worshipped. It was like eating
dinner with the devil himself. Her mind drifted back
to Chicago and the scene of, “We Both Reached For The Gun.”
Sheridan thought back to where her eyes were focused and it
was not the actor’s face, which happened to be Kevin's.
“Open, close, open, close,” drummed in her head to its own
Sheridan opened her eyes to find Kevin staring at her from
the chair next to her. She hadn’t seen him move next
to her, her mind lost in her own little fantasy world.
“I like your hairstyle. It’s sort of Chicago-ish”
Kevin didn’t smile, this chick was hard as nails and as cold
as they come. Angelina seemed to be hitting it off with
the rest of the guys while Sheridan was zoning out.
Kevin was still trying to figure out who wrote what.
For some reason, it was important to him. Kevin leaned
back in the chair. “I see you like to write. Have
you done any other work besides us?”
Sheridan took the question as a smart remark. “Yes
I have. I worked at a paper in my hometown. Covering
the local news and sports.”
“Oh,” Kevin was reminded about their resumes, the women
did come with some experience. “Do you have a nickname
like Dani or something?”
“No, just Sheridan.” Sheridan tried to maintain calm,
hoping that the only one who could read her at the moment
was Angel. Inside Sheridan was butting heads with herself.
She didn’t like the fact that they were going to play with
the script, she didn’t like the idea that she was making small
talk with Kevin.
“Excuse me,” Sheridan stood up and left the room.
Kevin sat looking at the door she had just walked out of.
Angelina figured some kind of excuse was in order. “She’s
way down on her caffeine level for the day. She gets
a bit off if she doesn’t get enough.”
“Is that all Angel or are you going to play straight with
us?” Again, A.J.’s non-subtle words broke the tension.
“Meaning?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Who wrote about who?” Howie offered the question
“That seems to be very important to you guys, but my questions
is why?” Angel couldn’t think of one damn good reason
why they were all hell bent on knowing who had written the
parts for each one of them.
“It helps us understand you,” Nick’s cocky grin glowing
Angelina shifted slightly, her bullshit meter dinging in
her ears. Oh yes, they wanted to know, but it was to
see who had a shot at changing their parts and gaining some
type of influence over them. Turning towards Howie,
“Simple, we collaborated on A.J., Brian, and you.”
“That leaves me and Nick,” Kevin said from beside her in
Sheridan’s seat. ‘When the hell did he move? He’s
like a God damn snake,’ Angel was trying hard to control her
breathing. Kevin could be a sneak if he wanted to be.
Sheridan had called that one. With a flirtatious smile,
she answered Kevin, “I wrote you Kevin and Sheridan wrote
Oh, the Backstreet Boys looked like they had been hit by
a train. Their faces dropped and Nick turned the mega-watt
smile on. “So, Sheridan likes me. I’m cool with
‘Oh you little dawgs,’ Angel grumbled in her head.
‘I lied suckers, but I’ll let you figure that one out.‘
Sheridan came back into the room and joined the group instead
of returning to her seat. “I’m sorry gentlemen, I’m
a little low on my coffee today. I’m getting a headache.”
“Do you want me to go grab you a cup from someplace?
I would be more than happy too.” Nick stood up, ready
“No thank you. I think we should call it a night.
I think Angel and I are still a little in shock over what
has transpired this evening.”
“Need to go home and get that teeny scream out of the way
Sheridan?” Kevin smiled warmly for the first time at
Angelina’s attitude was building momentum. She couldn’t
believe these guys. They were playing the old game of divide
and conquer. Kevin turned to her next and Angelina just
knew she would get all the aggression that had been aimed
at Sheridan before she told him that Sheridan wrote about
With a curt nod, he smirked, “Till our next meeting.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Angelina screamed in her head.
No, this would have to be straightened out immediately.
Grabbing their briefcases, they headed towards the door.
As Angelina reached the door, she turned back to find the
men deep in conversation. This is not good, she mused.
“By the way Gentleman.” Angel looked out the door and
down the hall to make sure Sheridan had kept walking like
she had hoped she would. Sheridan was half-way up the
corridor when Angel turned her head back into the room.
“I lied about the parts.”
She saw shock on one face, amusement on another, and A.J.
laughing loudly. Kevin and Nick were both pissed.
Of course they were, they were the leads in the film.
“Night gentlemen,” she grinned and winked at them as she walked
out the door.
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