Unscripted — Kristina Weaver

“So tell me, intern,” Thomas said, leaning forward and locking his piercing, blue eyes on my notebook. “What does it say about me in there? That I'm an arse? Oh, sorry, how do you Americans say it, ‘ass'?”

I squirmed in my seat under Thomas Lloyd's relentless glare. “Something like that.”

Kelly, the editor of Atomic Magazine, thought it would be hilarious to send me to interview the notoriously prickly English actor Thomas Lloyd because, at only twenty-three years old, I had missed the actor's heyday and could not, in fact, recall a single one of his blockbuster films.

“Just read the questions,” Kelly had said. “If there's only one thing you need to know about Thomas Lloyd. His ego's as big as his dick.”

She couldn't have been more right...

NOTE:
Cliffhanger ending. Three part serial.