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hand.
    The three men stared at him.
    “Of course, Peter,” Goldman said.
    “I noticed that three of the new productions that you’ve mentioned are budgeted at between seventy and eighty million dollars, whereas in the past Centurion has always kept its budgets in the fifty-million-dollar range. Why the increase?”
    Goldman blinked. “You’ve been reading the annual reports, haven’t you?”
    “I read everything about Centurion,” Peter said. “It interests me.”
    “Well, there are three things that have increased these budgets: creeping rises in general costs, which are inevitable; increased salaries for the stars of those films, who are all hot young actors; and the fact that all three of those pictures are action-based and shot on location, instead of just ordinary in-studio productions.”
    “Do you think the grosses will justify the increases in budgets?” Peter asked.
    “I think the grosses will more than justify the increases,” Goldman said, “and if I’m wrong, I’ll be answering to Stone, Mike, and the other directors this time next year.”
    “Thank you,” Peter said.
    “Anything else, gentlemen? Peter?”
    All three shook their heads. “We’ll let you get back to work, Leo,” Stone said, rising.
    As they took their leave, pausing at the office door to shake hands, Peter spoke up again. “Mr. Goldman, I hope this isn’t an imposition, but I wonder if I could ask your opinion about something I’m working on.”
    “Sure, Peter. What are you working on?”
    Peter opened his leather envelope and handed Goldman a bound sheaf of papers and a DVD. “I’m making a film at school, and this is the script and a recording of the seventy minutes I’ve already shot. I’d appreciate it very much if you could find time to take a look at it and let me know what you think. I could use some expert advice.”
    Goldman received the script and the disc. “Where can I get in touch with you?”
    “At Stone’s, for the next two weeks,” Peter replied.
    “I’ll be in touch,” Goldman said.
    The three left the building, and Peter did some window-shopping while Stone and Mike talked.
    “How old is that kid?” Mike asked.
    “Fifteen, going on sixteen.”
    “Going on forty,” Mike said. “He certainly knows how to take advantage of an opportunity, and he has charm, too. Have you looked at his script or the recording?”
    Stone shook his head. “I knew nothing about it. He asked if he could come to our meeting, said he was a student of film, but no more than that.”
    Mike shook his head and laughed. “He’s got enough chutzpah for the film business.”
    “He certainly does,” Stone said. “And I’m still getting over the fact that he’s not the twelve-year-old I was expecting.”
    “He took in every word of Leo’s briefing, too, and asked good questions that neither you nor I thought of.”
    “Embarrassing, wasn’t it?” They both laughed, then said good-bye and departed in opposite directions.
    Stone and Peter strolled down Fifth Avenue together through the throngs of shoppers. They passed the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza.
    “That’s nice,” Peter said. “I’ve seen it on TV.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “I hope I didn’t speak out of turn at the meeting,” Peter said.
    “Not at all, Peter. Mike and I were impressed with your understanding of what Leo was saying. We both completely missed the budget increases, which I’m sure is what Leo intended.”
    Peter laughed aloud. “I’ll bet he did, too.”
    “What grade are you in now?”
    “Well,” Peter said, “that’s kind of problematical.”
    “Oh? You aren’t about to get booted out, are you?”
    “Oh, no!” Peter said, looking shocked.
    “Only joking,” Stone said.
    Peter looked relieved. “It’s just that I’ve been on sort of a special program of courses,” he said. “And it looks like I’ll be graduating in June.”
    Stone blinked. “At fifteen?”
    “I’ll be sixteen. I know it’s unusual, but the school said they thought the accelerated program was the best way to keep me interested.”
    “Were they right?”
    “Oh, yes; it’s been great!”
    Stone wondered how he was going to keep this kid interested for two weeks.
     
     
    When they arrived back at the house Stone took Peter in through the office entrance and introduced him to Joan.
    “I’m very glad to meet you, Peter,” she said. “Funny, I was expecting someone younger.” She shot a glance at Stone, who rolled his