Sir Laurence Taylor smiled at him, pausing on the way to the earl’s study. “Lovely weather we’re having for an argument, isn’t it?”
Colby nodded, mute. That voice. Decades of stage and screen. Stories and characters and lifetime achievement awards. The sort of silver-haired presence that commanded a room, merely walking over to a desk and taking a seat.
He’d been amazed that Sir Laurence had come on board. They’d thought they might as well ask, even if it’d be a no. Sir Laurence at this point did not travel much, and was selective about projects, and did not need to do anyone any favors. But Colby and Jill and Ben and Amanda their casting director, looking at the script, had all had him in mind. So they’d called and left a message, and tried to think about possible other names.
Sir Laurence had called in person the following day. He’d read the relevant pieces of the script. He’d read the novel years ago and liked it. He’d be delighted to join them.