On Christmas Eve, Dak receives an unexpected offer…
Broke and unemployed, Dakarai Williams couldn’t afford to say no to an unexpected offer to play a small role in a movie on Christmas Eve. Everything about the role was weird. But Dak didn’t care anymore because he’d met the woman of his dreams, Ciara, only to have her fade in his arms…
For a moment, he was speechless. “Five-thousand? Are you serious?” This offer was so unexpected and out of the blue. The most he’d been paid for small parts was a thousand or less. They were usually one-liners, and sometimes he didn’t even have to open his mouth.
“Yes, for twenty-four hours of work. You’re perfect for the role. Interested?”
His mom would surely lop off his head… But five grand? A lot of money for a small role. That would pay off some of his debts and help him get started again. His apartment hadn’t been rented yet. He could pay his overdue rent and keep the place and not have to move in with his mother.
Relief flooded him. Tom would take his cut, but there’d still be plenty left over. It was too good to be true. “What kind of role? What’s the movie?”
“Why don’t you dash over to my office. Try and be here in ten minutes. We’ll talk then. Gotta go.”
“But…” Too late. Tom had clicked off.
Twenty-four hours starting midnight. He would miss Christmas Eve, all of Christmas Day, and Christmas dinner. His mother would never forgive him. It would be the first time he’d not shown up for the holidays. What excuse could he give? His car broke down? No, there was always the bus. Sick? He had talked to his mother that morning and told her he would be on his way late afternoon.
Conflicted, he went to the bathroom. He relieved himself, then stood before the mirror and gazed at his reflection. “You can do this, Dak. You never know. It could finally be the beginning of your career as an actor.”
A tiny flame of hope ignited in his heart, although his wish to become the surgeon he’d always wanted to be still hovered there, too. “Stop it. It’s only a small part, just like the others you’ve done. Stick to your guns.”
He ran his fingers through his shoulder-length platinum blond hair, wondered if he should shave, but shrugged. He could do that later.
He didn’t have to leave the apartment until the end of the month, so he left his duffel bag and laptop there, grabbed his backpack, locked up, and hurried to his car.
Dak floored the gas pedal. He knew he was exceeding the speed limit, but damn it, Tom had said ten minutes. He wanted to get there on time and not give the man a chance to call someone else. He streaked through the traffic, keeping an eye out for cops. He sure as hell didn’t need a speeding ticket on top of everything else. What is that? A giant candy cane on the road? He hit the brakes…