Chapter 123: New Job, New me

Laura Richard looked pissed. He had just finished talking to a man who looked like melted ice cream, with a bald patch in the middle of his head, sweat forming beads of wetness on his back, under his armpits, and even at the backs of his knees. Was he a sweat factory? The set, however, looked amazing. Aside from the cold air that blew at me from some strange vent—God knows where—I found myself rather enjoying the sight. People were everywhere, most of them not paying much attention to me. They were more focused on Richard, who was walking towards me with a scowl still apparent on his face. The sight made me want to run for the hills if not for the fact that I knew the man. Richard grabbed me and then pulled me outside, making a spectacle of us. I swear, the man was sometimes insufferable—unstable too, judging by the bulge in his pants. We reached what appeared to be a trailer park, with Richard's name written on the side of one trailer in bold letters: "Richard Darwin." His face was