Chapter 34

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Josh watched his boss slip out through the plate-glass door, following his movements as the night devoured him. Fitting that he should be so one with the night that he disappears into it. He glanced down at his omelet, no longer hungry.

What was he doing? He knew the parameters of what they were going to shoot. Even if this project was “underground” and completely confidential, it promised to make Bad Moon more money than any of its other stuff—even the kinky variety like bareback, watersports, and the BDSM shit. Could he really go through with this? Could he really lure this kid, who seemed like a nice enough guy?

Josh! Josh! Don’t let yourself go all soft. You want to be like Saul someday? Some hotshot producer with his own company? This is your ticket, man! And as “producer” you stand to clear some serious money, maybe even the low six figures. Now just put your game face on and go out there and do what it takes to get this lamb into the fold. You won’t regret it.