Peter Zavod said, “Aren’t pre-interviews a producer’s job?”
“I prefer exploring my own leads,” Nichelle replied.
They were sitting on a marble terrace overlooking Zavod’s backyard golf course in the late morning.
Nichelle said, “I am most interested in–”
“The breakup?” laughed Zavod. “Of course. But there are no details that haven’t already been reported.”
“The timing seems significant.”
Zavod sobered. “Oh?”
“It was right before the Platinum Galactic announcement, which drove your stock–”
“Into the stratosphere?” His grin was back.
“You could have made a lot more money.”
Zavod gestured broadly. “Do I look like I need more money?”