“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday,” the reporter on the TV says as James pours himself coffee, smirking. His new movie is coming out in five days. Looks like his agent is up to something. This YouTube channel with its fake reporter is trying to get clicks, but the timing is suspicious.

His phone rings. It’s Linley Carter, his agent. “Hello.”

“James, you’re dead according to Star Sightings TV. I want you to lay low for the rest of the day. Don’t talk to anyone until you go on Nightly With the Stars tonight. Let this percolate. Then, use humor. Tell Stu with a straight face that you’re really just a James Burnham stunt double, sent there by the studio to finish his business…”

“What if I am really dead?” James asks just to see what Linley will say.”

Linley answers just to humor him. “Then put some makeup on _before_ you get there and some cologne. Be there no later than nine o’clock sharp!”

James laughs heartily. “Got it.”