Battlefield Aetria
Book 2 Bonus Blooper
"Yes, indeed my friend," Gary said, slapping his bejeweled hand on the table. "Ignore these racists. They hate you because they don't think they need you. But, do a job well enough and they'll come to you all the same."
Gary sat back and took a sip of wine. "This world is filled people who need things done. If you do it well enough, it won't matter where you're from.”
Privet looked around at the opulent setting. “Like this place?”
“Exactly my friend. Do you think they come here because they like my people? No, they would spit on me if they met me in the street. They come here because this is the finest restaurant in the city. I do it better than anyone else, and that is all that matters.”
Privet slammed his fist on the table. “I assure you, that I was not groomed from birth to have some cushy job that even a moron like you could preform. When you were still learning how to SPELL YOUR NAME, I was being trained to conquer galaxies. To do anything less is a disgrace to my entire family line!”
Gary chuckled and covered his face with his hand.
“Very cute,” the director said. “My ulcer thanks you for wasting twenty feet of perfectly good stock.”
“I thought it was pretty funny,” Privet defended.
“I don't get it,” the youngest wife complained, twirling her hair.
“All right, keep rolling, we'll go from three,” the director ordered.
“Marker,” called out the sound mixer as she clacked the clapperboard then stepped back away.
