Chapter 17
“Where’s my check? You said that once I signed the contract, this Saul person would cut me a check. And now it’s almost eleven and I still haven’t seen it.” Arliss had finally forced himself to come out of Josh’s bedroom and confront him. Maybe demanding payment and making a nuisance of himself would be enough to get him thrown out, the contract dissolved. Yeah, if wishes were horses…
Josh was sitting on the couch, facing the floor-to-ceiling bank of windows. The skyline of downtown Chicago was lit up before him, adding to the whole surreal feel of the situation Arliss had gotten himself into. He wasn’t doing anything, just staring straight ahead. It gave Arliss the creeps. Without turning toward him, Josh said, “You’ll get paid after the shoot, buddy. Isn’t that what I said?”
