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... didn’t beg for attention.
Ones like Miss H’s — raw, survival and strange and a little angry, like someone had written it with one hand clenched.
Jake had known, reading it, that the writer was probably young. Female, smart, maybe too smart for her own good.
He’d backed the film without knowing her face. Just a monogram on a producer’s deck. No LinkedIn, no flashy credits.
People thought he was reckless for doing it. That it was indulgent; a billionaire’s boredom. ...
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