A job is a job, a check is a check. It was a mantra that served Troy well. Until this afternoon, that is…
“Remove your swimsuits,” the director told the pair.
They were two actors on the beach pretending to be in love. Laughing… hugging… pointing at unseen objects in the distance. Essentially, the perfect couple.
And now they were being asked to get naked. In public.
“You didn’t know?” his partner asked. “Why’d you think they were paying us triple time? Our looks? Our talent?”
Troy shrugged. “Yeah, kinda…”
“Cute and clueless,” she smiled. “I can work with that.”
The Weekday One Hundred 