I S THIS REALLY HAPPENING?” I said as I threw the magazine onto Harry’s desk. But of course, he’d already seen it. “It’s not that bad.” “It’s not good.” “No, it’s not.” “Why didn’t anyone take care of this?” I asked. “Because Sub Rosa isn’t listening to us anymore.” “What do you mean?” “They don’t care about the truth or access to stars. They are just printing whatever they want.” “They care about money, don’t they?” “Yes, but they will make way more by pontificating about the ins and outs of your marriage than we can afford to pay them.” “You are Sunset Studios.” “And if you haven’t noticed, we aren’t making nearly as much money as we used to.” My shoulders slumped. I sat in one of the chairs facing Harry’s desk. There was a knock. “It’s Celia,” she said through the door. I walked over and opened it for her. “I take it you’ve seen the piece,” I said. Celia looked at me. “It’s not that bad.” “It’s not good,” I said. “No, it’s not.” “Thank you. You both are a pair of aces.” Celia and I had finished shooting Little Women the week before. The two of us, along with Harry and Gwendolyn, had gone out for celebratory steaks and cocktails at Musso & Frank the day after we finished. Harry had given Celia and me the good news that Ari thought we were both shoo-ins for nominations.