“Babe, I made your favourite pasta and pizza. Will you be home for lunch?” Alice’s voice rang through the device sweetly. 

“Babe, I already told you. I will only be back in the evening. I have a lot to do at work,” came Thompson’s reply. 

“Why are you always so darn busy? I spent half a day making your favourite meal but you never once told me where your office is! I’m certain you find your job much more important than me,” Alice grumbled over the phone.

“Darling, please. You know who I am. I can’t simply reveal what my job entitles. Please do not question your priority in my heart. You’re the most important thing to me. I swear to God.” 

“You always say that. At this point, I don’t know if you’re lying or not.” 

Thompson sighed heavily. “Alice, I pulled some strings with a friend’s help and got in contact with a Hollywood director. He has agreed to cast you as a hooker.” 

“A hooker?” 

“Yes, a hooker role. Your screen time will be around five minutes long. You’ll appear, seduce the main character, drop a pill in the glass and then get killed off by the main character.” 

Alice didn’t know what to say. 

If this had happened...