Stupid Prizes by Alice Duke EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Alice Duke
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance
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PRESENT DAY
GRACIE
“Play stupid games. Win stupid prizes.”
That’s my dad’s favorite expression. Buthe doesn’t say it
judgementally. He says it with pride as he lines up his ridiculous trucks.
There’s the ‘79 Ford with the thirty-seven-inch tires, and the ten-inch lift,
and the custom bumpers with “BOOM” plasma cut right into them. And
beside it is the custom Raptor in a candy apple red and flat black camo
pattern — what is the point of red and black camo? To blend in with
dragons, maybe? It’s as likely as the idea that any of the twenty trucks in
this line-up will ever have any practical utility.
It doesn’t matter, though. They’ve been practical to him because his
little online channel went from ten views on a video, to a couple of
thousand, to this year where if we get less than seven million views on a
video everyone gets a bit frantic.
His stupid games fund all our lives. And his stupid prizes make
everyone love him.
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Which is why I’m standing here out of breath in the hot Utah sun, trying
to look like I love wearing a “Big Daddy BOOM” T-shirt instead of the
flowy white linen tank I’d chosen this morning, and smiling as hard as I can
while the camera operator chooses the perfect shot.
This is not what I hoped for my life. I wanted to travel and see things.
To run marketing for one of the kinds of companies I love — sustainable
clothing, fair trade spices, micro-loan initiatives for women entrepreneurs in
disadvantaged situations. But family guilt is real, folks. And that’s why I
work for my dad in the world of fossil-fuel-powered insanity.
“This one has to be perfect,” Dad says sincerely and he strokes his
beard and anxiously adjusts his branded trucker hat for the hundredth time.
You’d think he was in a fancy-pants suit rather than dusty jeans and cowboy
boots. “We start filming the minute the sun comes up. I want long shadows
and bright sun rays. This has to signal new beginnings.”
“New beginnings?” I ask, even more nervous than I was when he
showed up at my door at three in the morning telling me he had an
awesome idea and he needed me — as head of his marketing team — to get
in the truck full of the gremlin men who work for him so we could drive
two hours into the desert to film his brainwave. I just hope it isn’t another
move to try to get me to take over part of the company. I feel trapped in his
vision already. I don’t want to commit to doing it forever.
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