Elizabeth was confused. They had been dismissed. Nothing more from The Leader. She sat on her side of the bed, beside her fiancé.
"Liz, I don't understand," he admitted.
"We're not meant to," she replied. "Kevin wants to keep it all vague. Keeps us on our toes."
"No, I mean your task. And his name's not Kevin, is it?"
Elizabeth just looked down at the large, eight and a half by eleven photograph she held upon her folded legs.
"Companion," he snorted. "Sounds like a euphemism. An inappropriate derivation of what you do. I don't like it."
"Look, honey, I'm gonna be candid about this..."
He folded his hands on his chest, and turned his head to make eye contact.
"I've had to play a few men to get where I am."
He bit his upper lip, "I know that."
"The leading lady on a day-time soap opera. As talented as I am, acting isn't what got me where I am."
"And he paid you off, to quit the show. They wrote you out of the plot, killed off your character, and you don't care at all?"
"I'm not saying I want to do anything questionable, but I do have to make the man fall in love with me."
They were both staring at the picture on her lap.
"Well, I suppose his isn't the ugliest face in a crowd."
She smiled, "You'll get the big picture. Gotta novelize it. After all, you are The Writer."