Temptation [antikvár]

OneI always wanted to be rich. I know that probably sounds crass, but its the truth. A true confession.Around a year ago, I got my wish. After a ten-year bad luck streak - a toxic accumulation of endless rejection slips, and were going to pass on this', and the usual bevy of near-misses (you know, we were really looking for this sort of thing last month'), and (of course) never getting my calls returned - the gods of happenstance finally decided I was worth a smile. And I received a phone call. Check that: I received the phone call which anyone who has ever scribbled for a living always dreams of receiving.The call came from Alison Ellroy, my long-sufFering agent.'Dávid, I sold it.'My heart skipped five beats. I hadn't heard the words 'I sold it' for well, to be honest about it, I'd never heard that sentence beföre.'You sold what?' I asked, since five of my speculative scripts were currently doing the Flying Dutchman rounds of assorted stúdiós and production companies.'The pilot,' she said.'The television pilot?''Yep. I sold Selling You!'To whom?' 'FRT.''What?''FRT - as in Front Row Television; as in the smartest, hottest producer of originál programs on cable 'My heart now needed defibrillation.'I know who they are, Alison. FRT bought my pilot?''Yes, Dávid. FRT just bought Selling You'Long pause.'Are they paying?' I asked.'Of course they're paying. This is a business, believe it or not.''Sorry, sorry it s just, how much exactly?'