"You want me in it."
"Only if you want to be."
"I'll be in it," she said. "But I have conditions."
"Name them."
"They don't film me writing. The writing is private. They don't film me at Athletic events. And they don't use the word 'WAG.' If anyone on that production team calls me a WAG, I will personally dismantle the camera and feed it to them piece by piece."
"I'll make sure that's in the contract."
"Good." She took a sip of wine. "Also, my podcast launches January fifteenth. The Terrace. First episode. If Netflix wants footage of me, they can start there. The podcast is mine. The documentary is yours. The apartment is ours. Clear boundaries."
"Crystal clear."
"Then yes. I'm in."
She checked the lamb. It was perfect.
