Mr. President

"Ok, we get it," Joel says. "She needs to be some creature of almost mythical status."

"No, that's not it," I continue. "It's real simple. This next star needs to be Brittney. She showed us that she had it all during her audition. The smoking hot body. The penetrating gaze. The fucking attitude. It's the don't-fuck-with-me attitude. She was a woman on a mission, and we can fulfill that mission. Look—let's hire her. You'll see what kind of porn-star material that she is. And you'll feel ridiculous for ever doubting me."

Joel nods at me in agreement, but Cheryl doesn't seem totally convinced yet.

"Why was she so laser focused on you, Ethan?" Cheryl says. "Doesn't that seem odd?"

"Cheryl, you're overanalyzing this," I say. "It's not fucking odd at all. This is a porn audition we're talking about. She did what she needed to do."

"Okay, I trust you," Cheryl nods.

I'm glad they finally agree, but do they really have a choice? Not if they still want their jobs. It's nice to have them on the same page, but at the end of the day, I don't need their approval. I look down at my Apple watch. Not only has it been buzzing non-stop with emails from the press regarding Illicit Escape announcement—it seems everyone and their mother wants to give it a whirl—but my watch also shows me that it's 11:05. I'm five minutes late to my next meeting.

"You'll have to excuse me," I say. I push my chair back and stand up. I fix my suit coat and straighten my silk tie. "This has been productive, don't you think? It's going to be a great month."

I walk out the door and continue down the hall when I feel the presence of someone behind me. I can hear what sounds like a woman's heels clicking against the hard floor. I turn around and see Cheryl. She stops, and for a wordless moment, looks at me with her hands on her hips, and her lips scrunched. I haven't seen her strike this kind of pose in a while.

"Do you have something you need to say to me?" she asks. I can practically see her shoe tapping against the floor in irritation.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"Come on Ethan. I've known you forever," she says with a look of exasperation. It's a look that says she didn't believe a word I said during our meeting.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," I maintain with a shrug. "Does this have anything to do with our meeting just

now? Because everything is fine. I mean it. You have to believe me Cher—"

"You better watch yourself," she says, cutting me off. Her brows are knitted in seriousness. It reminds me of an angry caterpillar.

"Now you're acting like the crazy one," I say, throwing my hands up. "I mean come on. Do you even hear yourself right now? I don't know what kind of story you've been spinning in your head, but—"

"Stop it, Ethan. I've known you for too damn long. Since when have you ever cared so much about hiring a particular porn actress for this company?"

"Well, I—" I begin, before she cuts me off.

"I'll give you the answer, Ethan—it's never," she says. "Not once. So why now? Who the hell cares if we hire Ella and Bella with the big tits, versus some skinny blonde that can hold your gaze?"

"She's not just some skinny blonde," I say. "I see a certain quality in her. A star quality."

"Oh come on!" Cheryl laughs. "Are you serious? Some woman with a perfect body and who only has eyes for you makes you lose your head all of a sudden? I can see it in your face. You personally like this one."

"What a joke—I do not! This is pure business," I reply.

"I'll say this again because I care, Ethan," Cheryl says. "Watch yourself. This is—"

"You're treating me like you're either my mother or a jealous lover."

"Stop, Ethan," she continues. "And let me finish. This is a business of sex and flesh."

"Don't you think I realize that?"

"Well, in this business, you can't let your emotions get in the way. You can't be blinded by it all"

And with that, I watch as Cheryl turns around and walks down the opposite end of the hall without looking back. As I stand there, her words echo in my head.

Am I allowing my emotions to get the best of me?

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