Over next three days Lal met many girls, but he didn’t find the 'type' until he was back to Café Catalanta
“Hey !” , Lal called out to a fellow agent Fenny .
Fenny was agent who would
pitch work for strugglers to production houses . He had not made any big shots
but he did okay. Atleast Fenny would like to believe it that way.
"Hello, Lal ! What brings you here?", asked Fenny. Fenny despised
Lal for the work he did , however it would never show on his face. Fenny was
too polite.
“ I need your help , I’ve been looking for a heroine. Yash Saab type, Do you have that type ?” , Fenny giggled .
“Since when did you looked
for a ‘type’” , Fenny gestured both hands in air depicting inverted coma on
type.
Lal grinned, unabashedly
displaying his stained teeth. He said , “ Fennybhai , I have very top secret project to work upon,
you know my clientele.” Lal’s unbrazen demeanour
only disgusted Fenny . The Bald, tall fellow excused himself from Lal’s company.
Fenny is a nice man , he
would never wish any woman to land up Lal’s offer however in need they might be. Fenny left an album behind in his hasty exit.
The album was noticed by Lal and he grinned again; even the waiter who cleared
the table found Lal as one of the most disgusting customer ever served.Lal knew that this girl would star in his next
project with Dhairya Khurana .
Time had come to fill Dhairya’s pocket again.
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