“G
abriella? A minute?”
Gabriella turned nervously at the sound of Rina’s voice. Rina, who had barely spoken two words to her all day, wanted to chat now, just when she was looking forward to climbing into bed?
She quickly closed her laptop. No use antagonizing Rina further by reminding her of the documentary. “What’s up?” she asked, then immediately winced. Bad choice of words. She’d been going for let’s-pretend-everything’s-okay-between-us casual, but it just sounded callous.
“I mean — how can I help you?” Bad to worse. She sighed. “What I mean to say is, I’m glad you’re talking to me again, and now that you are, what can I do to fix the documentary to your liking?”
Rina gaped at her. Then, with a glint of triumph in her eye that made Gabriella’s entire body tense up, Rina said, “Let me be perfectly clear. I do not give permission, under any circumstances, for you to use any part of Huvy’s or my interviews. Beyond that, I couldn’t care less what you do to fix your documentary.”
