Disbelief

It’s not every day that I see Denise at a loss for words, but today is one of those days, and a feeling of utter satisfaction courses through me as I watch her mouth open and shut several times like a fish out of water.

“That’s not possible. You’re joking, right?” She asks me at last.

“For your sake, I wish I was, but unfortunately, Ava is indeed the producer of the movie. So technically, she is going to be your boss, provided she does not back out of our agreement the moment she notices that you are the actress I was talking about. I have a feeling that she would back out of it because of the history that you and I have together and because you have a tendency to be annoying as hell.” I tell her.

I can't bring myself to sound sorry for her, and I can tell that she notices this in the way her eyes narrows.

“I don’t believe you. You’re trying to tell me that your mousy, timid, stay-at-home ex-wife is the popular producer that everyone has been raving about? Oh, please. You must think I