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Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair. "You want me to... act? As a spy? In real life?" He let out a laugh that started as a wheeze and ended as a primal scream. "I’ve played a chemist, a treasure hunter, and a man who stole the Declaration of Independence. This? This is just Tuesday."

The lines blurred. Nick was now playing a character playing himself playing a spy. He wore a wire under a Gucci shirt that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. Every time Javi hugged him, the feedback in Nick's ear sounded like a dying whale.

He took the gig. The host was Javi, a billionaire with the soul of a fanboy and a DVD collection that could be seen from space. They didn't just bond; they catalyzed. They spent three days drinking expensive mezcal and debating why Con Air was actually a neo-realist masterpiece. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...

"Nick," his agent’s voice crackled over the phone, sounding like sandpaper on silk. "The birthday party. One million dollars. All you have to do is be... you ."

He landed in the water, surfaced, and looked directly into the sun. "Not the bees," he muttered with a wink to no one. "Definitely not the bees." Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair

"We need you to spy on him, Nick," the agent hissed. "He’s a high-stakes arms dealer."

"Being me is a full-time job, Richard," Nick whispered, his eyes widening in that specific way that suggested he might either weep or hijack a plane. "It’s an Olympic sport. It's a high-wire act over a volcano of cinematic history!" As a spy

"Is something wrong, Nicky?" Javi asked, his eyes filled with genuine love.