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“Deadly,” I replied.
My brother grabbed his laptop and opened it up. “I’ll need until late tonight to get the script ready. Will that work?”
I looked over at Abaddon who wasn’t quite sure we were serious. We were.
“Can we use a sound stage at your studio?” I asked.
“You’re really going to do this?” he asked.
“You have something better?”
He shook his head. “No. And yes. We can use one of the sound stages. I’ll have it completely secured and guarded by our people. How long will we need to shoot this… sitcom?”
“One day. I think we should livestream,” I told him. “We gonna gorilla this sucker.”
“Go with a typical house interior, a front yard and a community center conference room for the sets,” Sean said.
“Got it.”
Sean was typing like a madman. “You want a running title?”
“You have one?”
He looked at the computer screen. “Jotted a couple down. We can go with one or come up with something better. I’ve gotDastardly Dwellings, Wicked Giggles, Demons Do It Dirty, Demonic DomicileorThe Wicked Warehouse. Your call, sis.”
My gut knew exactly which one to go with. Nothing in the Immortal world happened without reason. I had a warehouse in my head. If I was going to star in the sitcom that was going to bring the Shitty Whore to her knees, I wanted a warehouse in the dang title.“The Wicked Warehouse.”
“The Wicked Warehouseit is,” Sean said. “Get back to LA and get everything ready. Dad, can you work on hacking into the Demon Network?”
“Can do,” Man-mom said.
Lilith clapped her hands together. “Alright! We all have our roles. I’d suggest we get started. Cecily, you need to think long and hard about what you’re going to do if you manage to get Pandora to come to you.”
I nodded. I already knew what I was going to do.
If I could somehow let the hope out so I could embrace what is repugnant to discover the beauty beneath, there was a chance Pandora could be redeemed. She’d have to serve alongsentence for the crimes she’d committed, but the true bad person—or whatever it was—seemed to be the Higher Power.
“I will. I promise,” I told Lilith. “You have my word.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
The day haddawned bright and sunny—like most days in LA. However, today was going to be like no other. The cast and crew ofThe Wicked Warehousewere Jonesing to go.
Sean had made good on his promise and sent the script the night before. It was as horrifying as promised. He’d apologized repeatedly for the shitty dialogue but laughed like a loon the entire time we’d talked. He was devastated that he couldn’t be in the studio to watch the shitshow in person, but for his safety, I’d insisted he stay put. He planned to watch with Lilith and Man-mom as we livestreamed the disaster.
Abaddon was the badass in charge of everything. He’d brought in Demon security. The set was locked down tight. However, if Pandora wanted to get in here, she was one of the very few who could do it.
Sushi was back in wardrobe as our costumer. She was also doing makeup and hair since there was no way I could pull my human BFF, Jenni, into this Immortal mess.
Ophelia decided to work behind the scenes and direct the episode.
Cher was the head of production, running the sound and light boards and set-dressing for the show along with keeping a close eye on Ophelia. Cher had explained to the Demon that if she punched anyone on the set, she would be in deep shit. While Ophelia thought the rule was unfair, she agreed to the terms.
Uncle Joe was the show’s mascot. I was mostly sure he wouldn’t show up on film, but asked him to stay out of the shots just in case.
Jonny and Stella had come back to LA and were building the sets. Not only were Stella’s knockers machine guns, they also doubled as drills. Her mammary talents were endless.
Corny had been cast as my absent-minded dad. He was a little upset he had to wear clothes, but he went with it when I told him he could bare ass it for the final credits.
