The Cold Chessboard

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The rain had stopped, but the streets of Los Angeles still reflected the neon lights like a shattered mirror. Betty Miller pushed open the heavy glass doors of Stein Productions and stepped into a world that smelled of floor wax, stale cigarettes, and ambition. She was twenty-eight, from a town in Oklahoma that most people could not find on a map. She had come to Hollywood with one thing: a...

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