“Cute. Even though last time I checked, you can’t have remnants of a career that’s not over, Darling. Still working in Hollywood. Just moved up in the world. Sort of like you, my little EP. And yeah, okay. You have fun being a corporate mouth piece, alright sweetie?” Gigi laughed. “I was just checking in with our- what was it? ‘VIP’? But, if you’re too busy to talk to the director of the shows you ‘randomly’ decided to be on, then I can take my leave.”
“It is though, at least, the original you. I told everyone you died, had fake funeral and everything. You drowned, it was very boring. It worked until your name started appearing in the trades again a few decades later and then people just thought you stole your own identity. Mum was shocked someone would do that to her sweet George.” Mary hummed, wishing she had a better drink nearby. “Mm, I decided I much preferred ruining people in other ways, ones that didn’t leave a film reel of evidence behind. It’s hard to identify art when you don’t know anybody is missing.” She added with a lazy shrug. A foot here, someone else’s ear there... “ That’s what minions are for, Georgie. They leave notes for when we are too busy to.”
