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You irl If you do, you’ll sleep with her, and it will be a disaster

But he finally had a grip on his screenplay And gathering up his things, he headed out to the small library on Sixth Avenue, which was open late and where he could work uninterrupted

Schiffer Dia the ride back to the city, she found the attach, sent by the makeup artist on her BlackBerry: “I don’t have it all, and I’ to the realization that I probably never will Perhapsup my pursuit of happiness”

No, oneat One Fifth, she went right up to the thirteenth floor and rang Philip’s bell He wasn’t ho it up, she thought it ht be Philip after all—he was one of the few people who had the number Instead, it was Billy Litchfield “A little bird told me you were in town,” he scolded “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I’ve beennonstop”

“If you’re not working right this eous evening”

It was a gorgeous night, she realized Why should she sit alone in her apartment? She would meet Billy and check back with Philip later Maybe he’d be home

She arrived first at Da Silvano, ordered a glass of wine, and thought about Billy She loved Billy—everyone did She felt proprietary in her friendship with hi which she barely saw his, especially as Billy was one of the first people she’d met in New York

Indeed, if it weren’t for Billy, she wouldn’t be where she was today

She’d been a student at Coluraphy, when she’d wrangled an internship with a fa the summer of her sophomore year It was on one of these debauched photo shoots in a loft in SoHo that she’d ne and cocaine were staples in those days, the model was three hours late, and, in the rapher in his bedroom while an endless tape of Talk Talk played over and over

“You know you’re more beautiful than the model,” Billy said to Schiffer while they waited for the photographer to finish his business

“I know” Schiffer shrugged

“Are you always this confident?”

“Why should I have to lie about my looks? I didn’t choose them They just are”

“You should be in front of the camera,” Billy said