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The next day, Bernie put Rose on a team cutting lengths of wood for the contestants to look good sanding down. It was the sort of repetitive work she’d done plenty of as an apprentice. But it already felt like a step up from Old Steve, because Rose could look at the steadily growing pile of planks beside her and feel a sense her work was leading somewhere.

What exactly was she helping get done, though? Every so often, one of the other tradies would collect the planks and take them out through a side door. Maybe they took them to the dock. Maybe they put them in the back of a ute and took them to another site. Rose had no idea.

When she’d arrived, she was surprised to see that the boats she’d noticed yesterday had gone. The shed was now mostly empty. The far end, where the boats had been, was now a storage space for building materials. In the corner was a row of lockers, where Rose had been told to put her stuff.

Against the opposite wall was an admin space for the production company staff, with a whiteboard and a couple of desks, where Rose had filled out her onboarding paperwork. A lone female staffer was sitting there now, staring at a laptop.

‘Hey, what happened to the boats?’ Rose said to a passing tradie, an older man with a friendly face.

‘Weren’t you here last week?’ he said.

‘Just started yesterday. I’m Rose.’

‘I’m Dan.’ They shook hands. ‘Sorry,’ he said as Rose wiped her hand off on her thigh. ‘I’m covered in linseed oil. We’ve been oiling the decks.’

‘Are all the boats outside?’

‘Yep,’ Dan said. ‘We put the last of them in the water yesterday. It was for the big boat-launch episode – they smashed champagne on the hulls and everything.’

‘Oh,’ said Rose. ‘Sounds like I missed out on all the fun.’

Dan laughed. ‘Well, you can catch it when they put it to air in six months. But don’t get too attached to those boats. The way this show works, most of them are going to the bottom of the bay.’

‘What?’

‘Wow, you really don’t know the show, do you?’ Dan launched into a speech he’d clearly given before. ‘Okay, so for the last six weeks, eight pairs of contestants have been working on their boats. First they were in here, and now they’re out there.’ He jerked his head towards the door. ‘But the eliminations start from this weekend, and the lowest ranked boat gets scuttled on camera. Every Sunday they film a sinking episode – they bring in a crowd, fire up the barbie, and then everybody cheers as the boat goes the full Titanic.’

‘What – every week? Don’t the wrecks pile up down there?’

‘Nah,’ Dan said, ‘once the cameras are off, they send divers down to inflate some airbags and bring the boats back up. We clean ’em up, then they sell ’em off. Sometimes they even bring back a sunken boat later in the season as a shock twist.’

‘Seems like a lot of work,’ Rose said.

‘That’s television for you,’ said Dan. ‘They spend thousands on materials, then we spend hours back here, all so these people can look good on screen for a few seconds.’

‘Aren’t the contestants upset when their boat sinks?’

‘Oh, shit yeah. They cry and wail and carry on something ridiculous,’ said Dan. ‘It’s all part of the show.’

‘Do we … have to react too?’ Rose asked.

Dan laughed. ‘They like to have us there, if that’s what you mean. They pan across to show the workmen and we’re supposed to look sad. But we’re usually pissed by then. They spring for a few slabs on sinking days. Helps to “bring out our emotions”.’

This time Rose laughed with him. ‘Better go wash this off,’ Dan said, holding up his hands. ‘See you round.’

After he’d left, Rose spent another hour trimming planks, then checked her watch. Lunchtime. She’d been told not to wander onto the dock, where she might get in the way of filming, so she headed back to the car park, zipping up her polar fleece against the brisk sea breeze.

She sat on the tailgate of her ute and opened her thermos. Each weekend, Rose made a big pot of soup, and then heated some up every morning before work. This week’s soup was a curry laksa; she’d found the recipe online. She took a sip – not bad.

‘Not bad’ pretty much summed up today, too. Sure, the work was boring so far, but Rose was almost finished cutting the wood, and she was optimistic there’d be something different for her to do next. She hadn’t realised how cramped she’d felt under Old Steve’s thumb.

Plus she was on television! Well, not on television, but she was part of that world now. Who knew where this could lead! Set design, international trips … maybe even her own show, one day. Sipping her soup, Rose let herself fantasise: it would be called Hammertime. She’d travel the world, solving problems and meeting hot guys. After all, to a woman with a hammer, everything looked like a nail …

The sound of multiple animated voices from inside the shed dragged Rose back from her daydream. Gulping the last of her soup, she stashed the thermos in the back seat, locked the car and headed inside to see what was going on.

A few dozen people were gathered around the whiteboard. Most were standing; others were perched on the edges of desks. Some were holding sandwiches, bottles of water or takeaway coffee cups. They had their backs to Rose, but she instantly picked out the contestants from the tradies and producers. For a start, their clothes looked too new. They looked tradie-ish, but their T-shirts were bright white, their pants were stain-free, and their boots were stiff and shiny. Everything was a little too fitted, a little too fancy.

And the female contestants’ hair was styled in lustrous waves. Rose self-consciously touched her own dishwater-blonde hair. Today, it was tied back in a loose bun. She’d done it in ninety seconds at a traffic light on her way to work.

A little white dog scampered through the door behind Rose. She bent down to pat it. ‘Hey, buddy,’ she murmured as the dog nuzzled her hand, wagging its tail. It wandered away towards the whiteboard, where a middle-aged woman scooped it into her arms. Quietly, Rose moved up to stand on the fringe of the group. Bernie was standing by the whiteboard, talking.

‘And finally, everyone,’ he was saying, ‘we’ve got the first sinking at the end of this week, so the safety team will have to go over each of your boats. Have a look at your roster – there won’t be any filming while they’re checking your boat.’

‘Um, sorry,’ one of the contestants said, lifting his hand. ‘You know how we had that trouble earlier on? Are we going to lose any fitout time if the safety checks run long?’ Beside him, a well-groomed woman nodded.

‘Yes, that’s part of your storyline,’ Bernie said. ‘If the safety checks run long, you’re just going to have to deal with it.’

‘More camera time for you!’ chimed in another contestant, and they all laughed.

‘Right,’ said Bernie. ‘Now, we’ve got a night shoot on Friday, but the council noise regulations mean we can’t use any power tools. So make sure you get all your drilling and sanding done in daylight hours. But save something speccy for the evening. We’re not going to film you guys just standing around patting each other on the back.’

Dan stepped forward. ‘And our trade support team aren’t getting paid any overtime, so if you get into trouble at night, you’ll just have to wear it. Plan out what you’re doing, so that you’re finished with us by six o’clock Friday.’

Another contestant raised her hand. ‘I just want to say we’re really thankful for all the hard work the tradies have been putting in for us,’ she said, as several of her colleagues made sounds of agreement.

‘Absolutely,’ added a third contestant. ‘You make us look great out there, and we totally couldn’t do it without you. Round of applause for Dan and the guys!’

The contestants all clapped. The tradies looked embarrassed. ‘Just doing our jobs,’ Dan said. ‘We’re all in the same boat.’

Bernie raised his voice over the mix of laughter and groans. ‘Okay, okay, that’s all for today. Everyone back to work. Jo and Luke, Trang and Minh – I need you guys to stay behind for a minute. We’ve got to go over some of your rigging choices.’

The group dispersed – the tradies heading to the back of the shed, and the contestants ambling towards the door. A pair of contestants came directly at Rose, lost in their own conversation. She quickly stepped aside; her job was to be not heard and not seen. But the pair stopped and smiled at her. They were a man and a woman, the guy in his mid-twenties, the woman maybe a decade older.

‘Are you new here?’ the man said, holding out his hand. ‘Hi, I’m Marlon.’

‘Rose,’ she said, shaking first his hand, then the woman’s. ‘And yes, I just started yesterday.’

‘I’m Laura,’ the woman said. They both had a presence about them that Rose couldn’t quite pin down. They didn’t exactly look more attractive than regular folk … well, they certainly weren’t as hot as Dave from Mansions in the Sky. Marlon was kind of a surfer type, while Laura would have been at home on a cattle farm, but they somehow seemed just that little bit more interesting than your average person on the street. Charisma, Rose thought. That must be what you needed for television.

‘How are you liking it here?’ Laura asked.

‘It’s great,’ Rose said, ‘it’s a really good opportunity for me.’

They both nodded. ‘I think that’s how all of us feel,’ Marlon said. ‘This is such a huge break for everyone.’

‘Are you guys professional renovators?’ Rose said.

‘Nah,’ Marlon said, ‘I’m here because my girlfriend wants to get into home decoration and I don’t mind getting handy.’

‘Don’t sell yourself short,’ Laura said. ‘My husband and I are here because we love being on the water. We have our own yacht.’

‘So you two aren’t a team?’ said Rose.

‘Oh no,’ Laura said. ‘David is out working on our boat.’

‘And Kikki is getting supplies. In the meantime, Laura’s giving me some advice on weatherproofing.’

The older woman nodded. ‘It’s really easy to overlook that stuff when you’re tied up at dock. But sea trials are only a few weeks away.’

‘If we even get that far.’

‘Don’t be silly – you guys are doing a great job.’

‘Not compared to you,’ Marlon said. ‘Your boat is amazing.’

‘Yeah, well, the decorating stages are still to come. That’s where we’re going to struggle.’

‘You can always ask Kikki and I for help there, you know that.’

‘Thanks,’ Laura said. ‘We’re definitely going to need it!’

‘Well,’ Rose said, ‘if there’s anything I can help you with …’

‘Oh no,’ the contestants both said at once.

‘You guys already do too much,’ Marlon said.

‘You tradies are amazing,’ Laura said.

‘Go on,’ Rose said. ‘Seriously, don’t stop.’

The pair laughed.

‘I’d better get back to it,’ Rose said, ‘amazing doesn’t just happen.’

‘Good luck,’ Laura said as they walked away, ‘I’m sure you’ll be great.’

‘Same to you,’ Rose said. She hadn’t met people that nice on the job since … since before the Old Steve days, and maybe never. Nicola was definitely not going to be a fan of this show; if everyone was so nice, and got along so well, where was all the drama going to come from?