that. She told him if he changed his mind that she’d love to sit down and talk with him about a CD. Ian had forgotten that when her brother had died unexpectedly three years ago of heart failure that Susan now had controlling interest in the mega music empire that her talent had helped forge.

“Well, next time I get drunk enough to think I could be a music superstar I’ll give you a call.”

Susan handed him her card, “Why don’t we get together and talk anyway, perhaps we could be of benefit to each other some time.”

Jeremy, three times People’s sexiest man alive, chided his wife. “Now, Suzie, it’s a day off. You and Ian can take over the world tomorrow, today is a play date, remember?”

She smiled, so captivating, Ian’s heart jumped, “Okay, darling, I remember.” She slipped her arm around her hubby’s waist. “See, we make a perfect team, I calm him down and he makes me remember what it’s like to be human and enjoy life.” Jeremy squeezed his wife’s shoulders and kissed her on the side of the forehead. Ian thought how gorgeous their children must be.

“I see you’ve met the Tyson’s,” Tippy returned, “and I’m sure they won’t mind if I steal you away and introduce you around before we eat, now that almost everyone is here.” And in Tippy style before anyone had a chance to say anything, Ian was whooshed around like the new Miss America, introduced to all there.

He met Alex and Ralna Evans, Tommy and Crystal’s parents who lived across the street; Michele Alexander, Terry Myers and “Call Me Chip” Ellison who lived in the apartment building to his other side. Also in tow, were Jesse, of course, and Tippy’s oldest son Reece, as were Wella, with the man she has met last night, Blake, and three interchangeable starlets whose names he didn’t remember, but recognized them from either television or film. Also in tow was the second third of what the industry called ‘The Musketeers” franchise, Trampus Scott, whom along with Jeremy Tyson and a missing Lucian Jahn had a string of hit action films. The final guest was a young man that Ian recognized but couldn’t place.

“And this is Seven Wyatt”, Tippy introduced. “He works for you.”

Ian shook his hand, “He does?”

“Sort of, I’m in “Sebastian Manor”, Seven explained, “so I kind of work for you…for now.”

“Moving on when you’re contracts up?” Ian asked.

“Oh no, I’m just resigned. Everyone knows that HRT wants to get out of daytime, so when the show’s contract with the network is up in January, we’ll all be looking for new jobs.”

Ian smiled, “Well, I don’t know about that, I for one don’t think that’s a wise move.”

Seven nodded, looking at the ground, showing off the long black eyelashes that made the fans on the show swoon. “It’s a piece of shit and we all know it’s a piece of shit.”

Ian didn’t believe in lying or misleading, “Well, Seven, you’re right. It’s terrible, at one time it was so bad it was fun, but that got old after a while. Daytime isn’t my baby, but many of you are very talented and I’m sure that no matter what happens, work will not be hard to find.”

“Oh please, how you even know if we had talent?