When she got the call from the agency, Alexa had jumped for joy. She could not believe she had landed this role. It was a dream come true. Now all she had to do was find the studio. She felt incredibly lost in the maze of buildings.
Just as Alexa was about to give up, she found it. She entered Stage 16 and was met by the director, Bill Westman. "Let me give you a quick tour of the place before we get started. I always like my cast to be comfortable in their surroundings," said Bill.
"Thank you, Mr. Westman," said Alexa.
"There's no need to call me Mr. Westman. Bill is just fine," said Bill. They continued to walk around the soundstage and Bill pointed out specific aspects of the production. When the tour ended Bill asked, "So what do you think of our little production?"
"I am honored to be a part of it," Alexa said.
"If you step into my office we can make this official," Bill said.
When Bill and Alexa entered Bill's office, Alexa was amazed. She had expected a make shift office with maybe a metal desk and a few mismatched desk chairs. Instead she was faced with pure opulence. The desk was made of solid oak and the chairs were plush. There was even a little area with a couch and a small table. "Just take a seat anywhere. I'll be with you in a moment. I need to get the contract out of my desk drawer," Bill said. He then walked around the other side of his desk and bent down.
Alexa took a seat on the couch. It was so comfortable. She had this sudden desire to kick off her shoes and stretch out. She didn't dare though. This was a business meeting and she needed to act professionally.
Finally Bill came out from behind his desk. She was not only carrying Alexa's contract. He was also carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "I thought after you sign your contract we could have a little champagne to celebrate," Bill said. He placed the champagne bottle as well as the two glasses down on the table. Then he handed the pen to Alexa. As Alexa signed the contract, Bill popped the cork on the champagne. "Let's have a toast," said Bill. He poured two glasses and handed one to Alexa. He raised his glass, "Here's to an amazing production." Just as they were about to clink glasses, Alexa's glass tipped forward and spilled all over the front of Bill's pants.
