The Membership Degree of a Good Man
Compromise One David Rosen was thirty-five years old and still believed he was a good man when he walked into the office of Barry Feldstein on the Paramount lot on a Tuesday morning in March 1987. The office had the particular smell of power in late-eighties Hollywood: leather, burnt coffee, and the faint chemical sweetness of the cocaine that Barry's assistant was discreetly chopping in the...
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