The Actor's Contract
he growls, grabbing a bottle of JWB from behind the counter like it said something snarky behind his back.
I follow his icy stare to the corner of the club where our favorite foursome sits like they belong to the place — Brian, Amanda, Chloe, and Graham.
“I get Brian, Amanda, and Chloe,” I say, grabbing a crate of overpriced vodka to stock shelves, “they’re industry incest. They can’t go ten minutes without sniffing each other’s asses. But Graham? What the hell is he doing with them? That man’s idea of fun is moral outrage and a decaf espresso. He doesn’t even drink.”
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