Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip
Monday
Jordan McDeere sighed as she sat in her Mercedes on the San Diego Freeway. She was headed towards the NBS building on a Monday morning in the middle of rush hour traffic. She looked down at her speedometer, which was displaying a large digital 0. Her treo started ringing, and she fished for it in her purse.
"Jordan McDeere." She answered it.
"Where the hell are you?" Jordan smiled.
"Why good morning Jack."
"I need you here, people are asking me questions about that damn Nations show, as if I know what I'm talking about!"
"I know the feeling. Tell them to keep their pants on, Ill be there as soon as possible, I'm stuck on the San Diego Freeway. I think there was a wreck up there or something because-"
"Yeah that's nice. Come to my office when you get here." A sharp click followed his abrupt sentence.
"He's more pissed than normal…" Jordan said to herself as she dropped her treo into a cup holder. "Now if we could just move up enough for me to get to the next exit!" She yelled out the window.
"Sucks, don't it?" A young man said from the opened window of his SUV in the lane to the left of her.
"It most definitely does. My fiancé told me not to take the freeway this morning, and what did I do?"
"You took the freeway this morning." He smiled and laughed.
Jordan stared at him for a moment, for she had seen him before and was trying to place him. He must have noticed because he spoke up.
"I was on Big Brother a few seasons ago." He said out his window. She snapped her fingers.
"I knew I had seen you before!"
"You look familiar too… hey aren't you Jordan McDeere, the new president of NBS? I saw you on Access Hollywood a few days ago."
"Guilty as charged… on a few counts." She replied to him with a smirk.
"Hey I understand about being guilty, I was nailed by my agent who found out about my underground gay porn shots. I thought he was going to shoot me."
Jordan raised her eyebrows. "But you pulled through, right?"
"No, I haven't worked in six months." He replied, dryly.
"Ah… well that sucks." Her car dinged suddenly, and she glanced down to her dashboard. The temperature dial was sitting on the red mark. "Oh shoot! I haven't gotten my vehicle serviced in forever!" She said to herself. She turned over to her new friend in the SUV. "You wouldn't happen to have some engine coolant in the back of that thing would you?" He raised his eyebrows.
"As a matter of fact I think I do." He said, and put his vehicle in park.
"Really?" She was shocked.
"Sure do. You need some?"
"Yeah, my vehicle is about to overheat. I haven't gotten it serviced in a long time."
"Well pop your hood, I'll pour it in for you." He said. She did, and got out of the car to raise the hood up. The vehicle behind her honked. She turned to the driver.
"Do you see the traffic in front of me moving? No, you don't. So shush!" She turned to the young man who was pouring the coolant into her engine. "I'm sorry, I can't remember your name."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I ever told you. Chase… Chase Manhattan."
"Manhattan like, New York?"
"Yep, same one."
"So, Chase, you are a gay porn star, have been on television before, and know how to put coolant in a Mercedes."
"That about sums it up." He said with a smile. He put the cap back on the tank and slammed the hood down.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two, why?"
Before she could answer, the vehicles in front of them started to move.
"Take the Sunset exit, and meet me at the NBS building. Ill call security and tell them to expect you at the lot."
"Why?"
"Because, I might just have a job for you."
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