Black MagicChapter 2
"Here ... Drink this," Bill said, handing me a bottle of water as he sat down beside me. "You're okay. You just hyperventilated a little." He'd helped me to the bed, although I didn't really remember it. My head was swimming as I took a swallow and then another. There was no way out of this, none. I would be in trouble either way. If the envelopes went out, it would be immediate and final, my life would be over. If I made the movie, it would be a long, painful wait for the awful day...