"So, you ready?" I asked Michael, leaning back in my chair.
"Yeah bro, let's see what kind of MILFs have applied for casting," he said, pulling out a pair of fake glasses and sliding them on with a serious expression, trying to look like a professional producer.
"What the hell, bro?" I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous he looked.
"What? I have to look the part," he replied, completely serious.
"Okay… Neil, send the first one in," I called out.
A few seconds later the door opened and someone walked in.
It was an older woman. The moment she stepped into the room, the entire atmosphere changed. A strong, heavy smell of sweat, floor cleaner, and dust filled the air, the unmistakable scent of someone who had been working hard all day.
I recognized her instantly. It was the janitor from our college, the one who cleaned the hallways and classrooms every single day.
