Connor/Lou-Ellen - Tristan McLean

                                    

                                          
"Yes, of course I miss you" I replied over the phone "Well, when you're coming over?" I asked, curious "Then, leave them to me!!" I offered, smiling. Just in that moment, my assistant Millie walked in. I gestured her 'one minute' "OK. OK, sweetie. Give the kids and Jason a 'hi'. Bye, Pipes, love you" I hung up from talking to my daughter and faced Millie.
                          
"Piper?" she wondered, with a smile. She's the only assistant who cares about Piper like a daughter (though, she's married and with a little boy).
                          
"That's right!!" I admitted, smiling proud. My name is Tristan McLean and, until a few years, I was better known as the 'King of Sparta'. That was until my daughter and the light of my life, Piper, got engaged and made me promise me that I'll never do a movie like that again, because she didn't want that her future kids 'Have to feel as embarrassed as I did when I was their age and people fantasized about my dad'. Let's say I felt really bad for Pipes and started to do some more mature and deep characters. Some professors here, maybe a villain over there.
                          
"Anyway, I come with bad news, sir" Millie announced, frowning a bit.
                          
"How bad, Millie?" I questioned her, leaning over my desk.
                          
"The people from special effects demands the triple of the arraigned salary and put everyone in set against us" I groaned. That was some serious bad news...
                          
"We can't afford to pay them triple. The budget is close and I won't put another penny on it!!" I complained. The perks of working as producer and actor at the same time.
                          
"Sir, I may have a solution for this problem..." she suggested. I looked at her "You remember my husband, Gleeson?" I nodded, remembering how Gleeson, in one opportunity, was my bodyguard. Turns out, he was a P.E. teacher with a serious obsession over Chuck Norris' films (he even named his kid, Chuck. At first, I thought it was because of the TV show, but then I knew the truth).
                          
"Yeah, what about him?" I frowned, trying to understand how was he involved.
                          
"Well, he used to work in Piper's summer camp and, well... I think he knows a few people who can help us" she proposed. I considered it: if I give these kids an opportunity, everyone would want one. If not, I'd have to pay the triple. My mind was settled quick.
                          
"Arraign a meeting with them. This week, if I can" I told her and she wrote it down "Either if they're students or graduated, tell them the truth" Millie nodded and left the office, leaving me alone.
                          
~oOo~
                          
"Mr. McLean?" Millie politely interrupted me from my rehearsing scene "Sorry to bother you, but the new special effects team is here" she announced, smiling. I left my script and, with the director, we went to received them. Then, I saw them.
                          
They were a couple, not older than 25 years each. The boy was tall, with curly brown hair, skinny but strong at the same time. He was playing with a wallet in his hands and he was wearing this incredible mischievous smile that would make me run to hide my things. The girl, however, was a little shorter, her black hair was colored with different strikes of dye hair around. I could distinguish purple, orange and yellow. Her eyes were also blue, though they seemed to turned a little purple. She was smiling at the boy and waving her hand around a lot.
                          
"Mr. McLean? This are Connor Stoll and Louise Ellen" Millie introduced them.
                          
"Just 'Lou', Millie" the girl, Lou, pointed out, still smiling "You must be Piper's dad. Heard a lot a bout you" he pulled her hand out and shook mine.
                          
"Really? I wish I could say it back" I confessed.
                          
"Don't worry, Mr. Boss!" the boy, Connor, shrugged, after shaking my hand.