Mortal Enemy

Rina felt exposed, standing in front of Albert, her hands clasped in front of her. But if she was going to make those work, make her plans come to light, she was going to have to do this. She had come to a point where she didn't mind going down on her knees to plead for the chance to star in any production, no matter how insignificant it was. Zayn might probably have a fit about it, but Rina didn't care as long as it got her what she wanted.

But Albert on the other hand, seemed not to have even considered that. He stared at her with an interesting gaze, his hands on the documents he'd been going through. The silence was loud and killing. It made Rina so nervous that she began hopping from one foot to the other, grateful she could stay on her pair of heels for as long as possible. She'd learned endurance early in life, but that hadn't come with a manual where silence was involved.

“Rina Powers,” Albert finally said, piercing through the silence. “You have some guts, I'd like to admit.