Joe should not have had all four of those cosmos last night. This hangover is almost worse than the pain of his entire career going up in flames at the tender age of 24.
Almost.
Groaning and nearly flopping out of his bed onto the floor in search of a glass of water, Joe drags himself to his kitchen. The penthouse in his Chicago high rise is nice, but nothing he finds a lot of joy in. He refuses to go back to his native Ohio, and can't bring himself to face the city he had come to love: Cincinnati.
After slamming some bacon, eggs and a boiling cup of coffee, Joe sprawls out on his couch. Picking up his phone, he begins the daily chore of sifting through his endless DMs. He would think some would be deterred by his absolute lack of response for the past several months, but no. They persevere.
One particular message has caught his eye, however. Stevie Mutagu. Isn't that the villain in Zoolander? Shaking his head, Joe opens the DM out of curiosity; he saw NASA mentioned in the first line.
Hi, Joe. I'm the head of marketing at NASA, and we have something special in the works. We'd love to chat with you about the possibility of having you join our upcoming reality show. It'd take place mostly in space.
You can reach me at xxx-xxx-xxxx. Hope to talk soon.
Stevie.
Joe sat back on the couch, mind reeling from what he just read. That couldn't possibly be legit—could it?
Joe exited Instagram and dialed his agent's number. If it was true, it was too good a shot to pass up...
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Project Snap Decision
RomanceWhen Joe Burreaux put down his football helmet, he never thought he'd pick up another again. However, when NASA DMs him asking him to join Project Snap Decision, he couldn't resist fulfilling another dream of his. What he didn't expect, was Camden...
