It was now a year later and not much had.
Larry, the partner with the longer beard, walked into the office. His uniform of the day: boots, black leather pants and a black, blousy Parachute shirt, every button of which his gut tested.
"About bleedin' time. Where've you been?"
She held up the Schneider lens she'd picked up at Optirental in Midtown. He reached for it but she held it from his grasp. "They said you're behind on your account--"
"Me account?" Larry was deeply stung.
"--and they wanted a bigger deposit. I had to give them a check. A personal check."
"Right, I'll add it to your envelope."
"You'll add it to my pocket."
"Look, you can't keep being late like this, luv. What if we'd been shooting?" He took the lens. "Time is money, right?"
"No, money is money," Rune countered. "I'm out some and I want you to pay me back. Come on, Larry. I need it."
"Get it out of petty cash."
"There's never been more than six dollars in petty cash since I've been working here. And you know it."
"Right." He examined the lens, a beautiful piece of German optics and machinery.
Rune didn't move. Kept staring at him.
He looked up. Sighed. "How fucking much was it?"
"Forty dollars."
"Jesus." He dug into his pocket and gave her two twenties.
She smiled curtly. "Thank you, boss."
"Listen, luv, I've got a big pitch meeting going on--"
"Not another commercial, Larry. Come on. Don't sell out."
"They pay the rent. And your salary. So ... I need four coffees. One light, one regular, two sweet. And two teas." He looked at her with a gaze of refined kindness, forgiving her the sin of asking for reimbursement. "Another thing--I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it, but me sports coat ... you know, the black one? It's at the cleaners and I've to go--"
"No laundry. I'm a production assistant."
"Rune."
"Write it down and read it. Assisting with production. Does not mean assisting with dry cleaning."
"Please?"
"Produce and laundry. Very different. Night and day."
He said, "Let you use the Arriflex next time out."
"No laundry."
"Jesus."
She finished the beer. "Larry, I want to ask you about something