There were no trees and no grass, just a slab of concrete populated with metal furniture that baked under the noon sun, but it was quiet and away from the chaos found elsewhere on the lot. I ate my sandwich and the apple I’d bought from a vendor on the lot while I looked over the script for episode seven. The other people at the adjacent tables were either on their phones or working on laptops. If I hadn’t been so focused on getting these revisions in to Troian before the end of the week, I would have had fun making up stories about their lives and imagining what they were doing on their lunch breaks. I hoped that Troian would be able to carve out some time for Top, Bottom, Switch soon. “You shouldn’t work so hard,” a deep male voice announced, pulling my attention away from the script. “You’ll make the rest of us look bad.” I squinted into the sun at the curly-haired man who stood over me. “Oh hey, Guillen,” I greeted.
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