The Seven Drafts of a Lie
The first compromise was so small that Jack Delaney did not recognize it as a compromise at all. It was April 1987, and Jack was sitting in the office of his agent, Marlene Fishman, on the fourteenth floor of a building on Wilshire Boulevard that smelled of toner and ambition. Marlene's desk was glass and chrome, a desk designed to remind you that the person behind it was succeeding at...
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