"Fine, let's do this," I said, crossing my arms as we stood near the library steps. "But where the fuck are we gonna do it? The place is really important."
Michael waved his hand like he'd already solved every problem.
"Don't fret about it, bro. My uncle has an office space nearby that he rents out. It's been empty for two months—he's still looking for a new tenant. I already asked if I could have a party there with my friends. He agreed."
He grinned.
"It's the perfect setup—private, quiet, with a couch, a desk, and even a little waiting area. We can make it look like a real casting studio."
He continued.
"And for the auditions, I already asked Neil to set up a website and run ads so it can reach as many MILFs as possible."
I stared at him. "So you had planned everything, then why the fuck am I even here?"
Michael grinned like he'd just cooked up the most diabolical plan of the century.
"You're the main puzzle piece, bro," he said. "Without you, none of this would work."
