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"I don't do method without a stunt coordinator," she said quietly.
The man in sunglasses smiled. "That's the audition, sweetheart. You either go there, or you go home."
"Sorry," he whispered. "They said to push you. I'm sorry."
"You're perfect for the project," he said. "We start shooting Monday."
She took the water. She didn't sign.
The handler tied her wrists to the chains. Not too tight—she could slip them if she had to. Good. Safe word was "red." She knew the protocol. She'd signed the waiver.