End of Part 3.
“She’s late,” muttered Mike, the cameraman, wiping sweat from his brow.
A knock on the side door made everyone jump. The door slid open to reveal Kelsi Monroe. But she wasn’t in the usual “hailing a ride” outfit. Today, she wore aviator sunglasses, a black blazer over a sports bra, and held a tablet. Behind her, a stretch limo idled.
Kelsi glanced in the rearview mirror, a slow smile curling her lips. “Don’t worry, boys. I’ll be gentle. For the first five minutes.”
“It is now.” Kelsi revved the engine and pulled out of the lot, leaving the limo behind. “First stop: that abandoned motel on the 95. I hear the lighting is great at sunset.”
Kelsi’s Reverse, Pt. 3: The Driver’s Seat
Rico laughed. “Funny, Kelsi. Get in. We’ve got a schedule.”
Kelsi stepped inside the BangBus, planted her heels, and held up the tablet. On screen was a live feed of the van’s own exterior camera. “See that limo? Inside is a producer from a major network. He’s offering me my own spin-off. But first… I get to reverse the script.”