Black: king's bishop Bf8>g7

A couple of days later, Julius was flying first class to Calhoun City, sitting beside movie producer Ricardo Jones, a legend of the direct-to-video world. Ricardo thumbed through Megan's photographs with a professional eye. "Well, the camera loves her. But the camera loves pretty white girls. So what else? This accent of hers, pretty thick?"

"Yeah," Julius sighed. "Need a sexy leprechaun?"

Ricardo didn't smile. "No." He slid the photographs back into an envelope and handed them back to Julius. "If she can't talk right, she's gonna be an extra, nothing more."

Julius tried not to show his disappointment. Megan Cassidy deserved a shot, he figured, and he deserved to take a percentage of her earnings. Plus, he'd never get his cock in her if he couldn't land her a single role. "How about nudity?" Julius offered.

"A nude extra? Always need them. It's great scenery."

"Speaking role," Julius pressed. "Supporting role. I'll get you whatever you need from her."

Ricardo sighed and smiled at his old friend. "Julius, you may become a **** in this line of work yet. Leave it with me."