aren’t killers. We’re like a big family. Sometimes we get mad at each other, and tensions can rise when we’re in each other’s company for too long, but that’s normal for a film set.”
“So you don’t think that anybody had the motive to harm Nicole?” Clémence asked.
Chris sighed and shook his head. “Nicole…it’s such a shame. She was wonderful to work with.”
“Rumor has it that she could be difficult on set. Did you find that to be the case?”
“No. Nicole was always extremely professional. She knew all her lines and never wasted any film. She knew her angles; she was well trained. I mean, yes, sometimes she butted heads with the other actors, but it didn’t necessarily affect the work. In fact, it might’ve made things better, since there was plenty of heat and chemistry in this drama.”
“Have you ever seen her argue with her co-workers?”
“Well…” His eyes rolled to the ceiling as he contemplated the question. “She wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy with them offscreen. That’s okay, as long as we get our work done. Ideally, I’d like everyone on set to get along and have a good time, like a family, but this industry is full of people with egos, and some actors don’t come on set to make friends, which is fine. But to answer your question, no, I hadn’t seen her argue with her coworkers myself. She’d always been professional on set.”
“Could you tell that she didn’t get along with certain cast or crew members?” Clémence asked.
“I don’t know if she didn’t get along with them, or just didn’t have much of an interest in their lives, but Nicole didn’t seem too…favorable towards Sarah Briar. They often went after the same roles. And Zach Brant. The ladies may love him, but Nicole wouldn’t give him the time of day. He prides himself in charming every woman on set, but Nicole wouldn’t have anything to do with him offscreen. But like I said, I don’t care about personal matters as long as they have chemistry on screen. When the camera was on, Nicole really made you believe that she was deeply in love with Zach’s character. She was a real actress.” Chris grimaced and shook his head. “I’m sorry to lose her. Not only because the whole production is now upside down and needs to be rewritten, but we’ve lost a true artist.”
Clémence nodded in sympathy “Was this your first time working with her?”
“Yes,” said Chris.
He was about to continue when the front doors opened and a woman entered. Dressed in a pink Chanel skirt suit, she was a brunette in her early forties who resembled Jackie O. She was holding the hand of a little blond girl who looked to be about four while a boy around seven ran into the living room.
“Daddyyy!” he cried and jumped up into Chris’s arms.
“Danny boy,” Chris said, lifting him up into the air. Danny giggled.
The woman sashayed into the living room. The little girl looked shy, sucking on a thumb and peeking out at Clémence and Sophie from behind her mom.
“This is my wife Cynthia.” Chris looked a bit uneasy. “Cynthia? You’ve met Sophie Seydoux before, right? And this is Clémence Damour. Her family owns the Damour patisserie.”
Cynthia’s dark eyes burned with annoyance at each girl as she sneered at them before turning her head back to her children. Clémence wanted to shiver as a result of her icy gaze.
“Oh, Damour,” Cynthia said in a bored tone. “I tried to eat macarons with my tea there once, but honestly, darling, I prefer Pierre Hermé.”
“Pierre Hermé is a friend of the family,” Clémence said modestly. “I don’t hold it against you for preferring his macarons. He’s a genius, really.”
Cynthia didn’t seem interested in what she was saying.
“It looks like you’re busy,” Cynthia said coldly to her husband.
Chris stood up to kiss his wife. Even he seemed to be intimidated by her. “I’m just in the middle of a meeting, but it won’t