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interviews today,” Bobby said, pulling Andrea back to the matter at hand. She hoped she hadn’t missed anything important but figured that, if she had, she’d discover it soon enough.
    Bobby glanced at his phone like someone expecting an important call or text, but she suspected he had a checklist app of items he meant to discuss. “Oh,” he said, “Zoe will be here soon to do hair and makeup. We’ll also be filming while you go about your daily work routines, but there’s no need for anxiety. Just be yourselves.”
    “And pretend they aren’t capturing our every move on film,” Molly whispered.
     “Yeah, good luck with that.” Andrea almost laughed. She didn’t bother to remind her boss that this was what she’d signed them up for. She took a swig of coffee, only half listening to Bobby, deciding she would spend as much time as she could in the office, out of the camera’s ever-watchful eye. She would also steer clear of Ice and pie.
    Ice’s rumbling Sam Elliott voice pulled her gaze to him. “Once we have a story script, we’re going to need one of you to be the overall, on-screen spokesperson.” He stared pointedly at Molly.
    She heard Molly suck in a breath. “Oh, no, I can’t do that. I’m sorry. I get flustered too easily since my surgery.”
    “Okay.” Ice gave her a sympathetic, understanding nod, then looked at Jane next, his brilliant smile flashing like a spotlight. “How about our other head pastry chef?”
    Jane blushed crimson to her strawberry blond roots, her eyes aghast with a horror that suggested she’d just been told the world had run out of flour. “No…I…no.”
    “Well, I’d love to do it,” BiBi announced, leaning toward Ice, eager-eyed as a schoolkid with her hand raised, muttering, “Me, me, pick me.”
    Molly cleared her throat. “Andrea will do it.”
    Andrea froze, so surprised she momentarily lost her voice.
    “But my daddy—” BiBi started, about to tell them all again that her father had once had his own TV show on the Food Network.
    “Andrea’s run a real estate office,” Molly cut her off, “and held her own in tense situations.”
    “But I—” BiBi started again, hurt dancing in her round blue eyes.
    “Andrea stays levelheaded in most every situation,” Molly insisted. “She’ll be perfect.”
    Steam seemed to billow from BiBi’s ears like a pressure cooker about to explode. “Andrea lost her cool and dumped pie all over our director twice in two days.”
    “And she handled both times with grace,” Molly said.
    No I didn’t. Andrea blanched, heat flooding her face a second later as she sat there too stunned to respond. She wanted to remind them both that she was sitting right here and to stop talking for her, but she might as well have laryngitis.
    “That’s settled then,” Molly said with a finality that brought BiBi’s mouth together tighter than a zipline.
    Andrea wanted to say, “ I won’t do it. ” It sounded like a responsibility she hadn’t the time or the desire to take on. But the air already crackled with the kind of tension that just needed a spark to ignite so she held her tongue, toying with a hoop earring and trying to figure out how to placate BiBi. And now she was stuck working with Ice. No good deed goes unpunished. This is my reward for promising to do whatever I can to ensure the TV pilot’s success.
    “So, BiBi,” Bobby said, “we’ll do your interview first this morning.”
    BiBi perked right up, but the glint in her eyes sent a shiver down Andrea’s spine. No telling what she’ll say, given how pissed off she is.
    As the thought occurred to her, Andrea caught Bobby and Ice exchanging an almost imperceptible look of glee. BiBi’s resentment was the drama they thrived on, the emotional element that made their pilots sell. Andrea moved into the office, worry tracking her steps. Her own interview was scheduled for sometime today, and she could only imagine what kind of drama they might drag out of her.