Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

One more thing: Kendall Jenner was the only one in the family who never had a kid with a black guy.

And folks noticed—thanks to the "Kardashian clan" setup as black-loving Barbies, the sisters' boyfriends and future baby daddies were all black athletes.

But Kendall, boxed in by the role, had to date NBA stars anyway.

Her black exes, though? All on the lighter-skinned end—

Skip Blake Griffin, who was basically white. Ben Simmons, Drake—they were the pale shade in the black spectrum.

So plenty speculated Kendall's type was actually white guys. It tanked her rep in the core Kardashian base—the black community—way more than her sisters'.

Once the plane touched down.

Kendall Jenner said a reluctant goodbye to Martin. "Martin, you better not forget."

"Relax, I won't—I'm not that old. I'll bring the signed book with your name on it." Martin grinned.

"No, no, not the book! I meant don't forget to call me." Kendall's cheeks flushed pink, heart pounding like a drum.

"Haha, that goes without saying. Who wouldn't love chatting with our adorable, gorgeous Kendall?"

Her face went full crimson.

Kim Kardashian rubbed her chin, pensive.

They parted ways, each hopping into their rides.

Back home, Kim blew off her sister and dialed Mom right away.

"Mom, I think we should tweak our reality show's positioning a bit..."

"No, no—not ditching the black community. Gotta keep that—it's our cash cow. Just Kendall..."

"Mom, get this: We ran into Martin on the flight today... Yeah, Martin Meyers. He seemed really into my sister..."

"Maybe we don't need everyone in the family chasing black guys. Maybe we can have an outlier—and Martin Meyers has a killer rep in the black community..."

"Everyone knows Martin's a player, but he's good to all his women—really good..."

"If Kendall became Martin's girl..."

Click. Kim sauntered out with a sly smile.

In the living room, mid-sneak-eat of snacks, Kendall spotted her sis and froze, stashing the chips behind her back.

Kim strictly policed Kendall's junk food, hoping the little sis could carve a modeling path and broaden the family's career turf.

But this time—

"Kendall, no hiding—I saw you snag those chips." Kim smiled.

If the plan panned out, this sis would be the family's ace. No more hardline tactics.

"Sorry, Kim—I just tasted one, promise." Kendall hung her head, offering up the bag.

She braced for the usual confiscation, but surprise—Kim pushed it back with a warm grin:

"Eh, eat if you want. I was too strict before. You're still a kid—snacks are part of the fun."

"Really?" Kendall's eyes bugged out, sensing a shift in big sis.

"Really. Dig in—then I'll take you shopping. Didn't you have your eye on that Hermione wand from Harry Potter?"

"For real?!" Kendall's eyes went saucer-wide, disbelieving. "But you said Harry Potter was too babyish, and wands aren't for girls our age?"

"Uh!" Kim flushed a tad but recovered with a laugh. "My bad. Chatting with Martin on the plane opened my eyes—Harry Potter's not that childish. I had it wrong."

"Oh yeah! Let's hit the road!" Kendall bounced up, ecstatic.

Watching her sister's glee, Kim reflected: Was I too harsh on her before? Gotta make it up—get her to love me.

......

After a day off, Martin dove back into filming.

The pace was blistering, NASA's Houston experts pulling real weight.

While he was gone, the crew hadn't slacked—Sofia Coppola stepped up as temp director.

By his return, the Coppola clan's lone female director had bonded hard with Jessica—total BFFs.

"Sofia's got endless patience, Martin—don't get mad at me, but I loved her directing. Way less nerve-wracking than your serious face."

Martin laughed, smacking her perky ass hard. "Punishment time."

"Right—and Sofia had this tiny suggestion." Jessica didn't bat an eye at the swat, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh? Spill." Martin perked up.

"Sofia thinks, yeah, real astronauts' visors don't fog from breathing, but in the movie? We could fudge it. Makes the characters' breaths visible, amps up that trapped, terrified vibe in the confined space."

Martin pondered. He'd overlooked that detail.

Gotta admit—sometimes women directors nail the fine points sharper.

"Makes sense. I'll shoot a test batch. If it pops, we roll with it."

Martin knew when to listen.