Chapter 53
Darryl Zanuck blew into the lobby of the St. Francis Hotel like one of the storms that periodically lashed the Pacific coast—and in an equally dark mood. Such a storm had delayed his flight from Los Angeles by five hours. Upon touchdown at San Francisco he’d hopped in a cab at the airport and tipped the driver ten bucks after a quick ride to t…
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