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fantastic in this film; I was completely blown away with your ability to act so naturally. I know you have a couple minor things lined up with our agency in the next couple of weeks, but I was wondering if you wanted to earn a little extra cash with my side business.”
    I crossed my arms against my chest as I l istened to the man speak; his voice was clear and smooth. I knew he was a pretty big director in this industry, and to be able to work with him outside of the agency would surely boost my popularity in future bookings.
    “What kind of things are you taking about?” I question ed, as he took a seat behind a large mahogany desk.
    “I run a small company out of my office for event girls. You know , trade show girls, swim suit things, arm candy events. I’m sure you would be a top booker with us; a pretty young thing as yourself has the potential to earn thousands.”
    I mull the offer over in my head. I knew a coup le of girls who worked trade shows; basically showing up in very little clothing and presenting things. That seemed easy, but being someone’s arm candy for the night wasn’t my cup of tea. I never was the quiet girl, so just standing there and looking pretty wouldn’t be an easy task.
    “I don’t know; it sounds like a fantastic opportunity to earn a little extra. Can I think it over?” I asked, as he tapped a pen on the solid desk in front of him.
    “Sure , Baby, here take my card and give me a call,” he smiled, reaching over and plucking a business card out of the holder on the desk. I carefully grabbed it, and held it up to read the writing on the front.
    ‘Vanity Affairs’ was written in red on the front of the card with a phone number, and for some reason I thought there was more behind this business then just “arm candy” kind of nights.

“Whiskey” Jana Kramer
    Walker
     
    “Hey Gloria, I’m going to head out for a while. I’ve got my radio on, if anyone needs me.” Waylon lifted his head from the plush dog bed the ladies bought him last month, then immediately dropped it back down. “Even the dog doesn’t want to go for a ride today,” I mumbled, while grabbing a radio from the charger and meandered for the back door. Maybe a drive out on the old highway would help clear my mind of the fogginess that has consumed me. As long as I stayed away from the gravel driveway my heart should stay intact; too many painful memories came flooding back once gravel started to crunch under the tires.
     
     
    As I cruised down the desolate old highway , I noticed what looked to be a car on the side of the road about a thousand or so yards up. “Hey Gloria, I have a broken down vehicle out here on highway 55; I’m going to step out and see if they need assistance,” I radioed back to dispatch.
    “Got that , Walker,” came over the frequency, as I started to pull my patrol car behind the old broken down Ford. The car was a mess; the back bumper was holding on by several bungee cords, both of the back windows were gone and replaced by black garbage bags held up by duct tape. It looked like the paint had seen better days, the color of rust was coming through in spots where the paint was no longer sticking, and walking up to the front of the vehicle I’m amazed that the driver could even see out the front windshield. “Sheriff’s department; need any help?” I said in a clear tone, not knowing who would come out from behind the open hood.
    “I think I’ve got it ,” a sweet voice came from behind the hood. Abruptly the hood slammed shut, and standing in front of this rust bucket was a stunningly beautiful woman. She tossed me a sweet smile, and then proceeded to wipe her hands off on the back of her shorts. “Sorry, this piece of junk hasn’t ran right since I left. Well actually it hasn’t run right ever,” she offered with a laugh and a shrug. “I’m Sadie,” her voice laced with an amazingly confident tone, as she shoved her hand outward to me.
    “ Walker, Walker Mason.”