Jeffrey Winston. Every studio in America was clabboring at the chance to get him to sign onto one of there future films. Word around town was that he was going to arrive in New York in less than a week. He was an enormous success and was now going to try his luck in the states.

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Jeffrey had only been in the U.S. for less than Four hours and had already been contacted by: Paramount, 20th Century Fox, Sony, etc. Scripts the studios thought he'd be interested in were delivered to his hotel suite the next morning.

For the next few days he read script after script and finally came across a story that struck him. It was powerful, moving, and most of all romantic. In a nutshell, it was Two hours of romance and drama. With the story belonging to Paramount, they signed him on right away.

With the studio in a hurry to get production started, they began hiring people left and right; including the crew and most of the cast. There was just one little problem. They still needed the leading man and leading lady. Seeing how Jeffrey had never been in the country, he didn't know any "big names in Hollywood". The studio grew impatient and offered to help with the decision by giving him suggestions of the lead actor/actress.

He immediately declined saying he'd chose whoever he thought would fit the roles. It dawned on him that it wasn't only that...they absolutely had to have chemistry. It was a must. But who?