An Offer From Glamour Entertainment

When Pierce got home that day, he learnt from the maidservants Queenie had gone to sleep. So as quietly as he could, he slipped into the room, into the bathroom, had his bath and quietly climbed onto the bed. 

Before he slept, he contemplated on whether to hug her to sleep or not to. With a sigh, he turned to the other side and slept off. 

Next Morning

When Queenie woke up, Pierce was long gone. She rubbed her head nervously wondering if her words had upsetted him so much. 

She heard a knock on the door and got off the bed to answer it. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Verlice." 

"Good morning, Mrs. Verlice." 

The two maids who were outside the door greeted, lowering their heads as they spoke. 

Queenie was first startled by their behavior before she realized she was no longer in Velon's house where the servants treated her like trash. 

She smiled at them and said. "Morning. What do you two want?" 

The two maidservants consisted of two teenage looking girls who didn't seem to be more than 18. One had brown hair, while the other was blonde. 

The blonde was the first to respond. "Sorry for bothering you ma'am, but we received instructions to help you take your bath." 

Hearing her, Queenie's face flushed in embarrassment. "There's no need to. You can return to your other work." 

The two girls glanced at each other and then at Queenie. This time, it was the one with the brown hair who spoke. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Verlice, but that was the instruction passed directly by Mr. Verlice. Disobeying is equivalent to getting ourselves fired." 

"So you think it's better to help me without my approval?" Queenie asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. 

The oppressive aura which she had always tried to hide, suddenly burst forth, startling the two girls. 

Seeing the effect she had on them, she waved her hand as she dismissed them. "Go back. I'll explain to him when he's back." 

Then she slammed the door shut! 

She stood at the same spot as some unpleasant memories harassed her thoughts. She walked back to the bed and stared into space. 

A shrill sound broke into her thoughts seconds later and she hurriedly glanced around, in search of the source. 

Her eyes soon landed on the table beside the bed. She got up and ripped the post-it note which was attached to a pack of a phone. 

'Queenie Knight, let me be your fortress.' 

Brief and simple? With a furrowed brow, she turned the back of the note hoping they'd be something there. 

However, she was disappointed when she saw nothing. "I did hear he was a man of few words, so what was I expecting?" 

Almost immediately, the sound which she had heard earlier, sounded again. Apprehensively, she looked down on the surface where she had torn off the post-it note to see a brand new device. 

It was an unknown number and the brand of the phone made her glance around the room.

'Had Pierce forgotten one of his devices?' as she thought of that, she glanced around the room again and even proceeded to call out his name. 

"Pierce! Pierce!" 

When she got no answer, she lifted the phone to see a paper under it. After reading it, she swiped the answer icon and placed it on her ears. 

"Hello, I'm speaking with Queenie Knight?" A familiar voice asked. 

Queenie paused and glanced at the string of numbers again. It did look familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before. 

"Yes, you're speaking with her." 

"You bastard! You dared to cut off ties with me after your marriage with that animal!" Series of abuses were hurled out from the phone next. 

Queenie frowned slightly and took the phone away from her ears. After the raging woman on the other end, who she assumed had gotten the wrong 'Queenie Knight' became calm, she said. 

"I think you have gotten the wrong Queenie Knight. I don't..." 

She was brashly cut off by the lady on the other end. "If you dare hang up on me, Queenie, I'll find you and I'll skin you." 

At this point, the woman's threats and abusive words had gotten to Queenie who scoffed and was about to retort when she heard the lady introduce herself. "They call me Jessica Bayne." 

Queenie's eyes widened in shock. "Jessica Bayne, my... Best friend?" 

Jessica stayed silent for a while before saying. "No, your ex-best friend. You see, I am so pissed off with you. Not only did you lie to me about who you're marrying or your plan to elope with him, you also cut me out of your goddamn life! What happened to the 'Forever as Best Friends?'"

"Jessica, I am very sorry about what happened back then. I accept, I was stupid and all that. But now I can assure you that I've come back to my senses and I'm ready to make things right." 

Queenie was nervous after two minutes went by without a word from Jessica. 

"Ok, how about we meet at Hot Bakery?" Queenie asked. 

"Okay, sure." 

Immediately after Jessica hung up, another call entered. This time, it was a number which was recognised by the phone. 

'Glamour Entertainment'

Queenie had heard of them before. She had even begged Velon to register her there before, but the man had refused saying the entertainment world was messy. 

"Hello, good morning. Am I speaking with Queenie Knight?" A female perfunctory voice asked from the other end. 

"Yes, I am. How may I be of assistance to you?" 

"Glamour Entertainment is interested in grooming you. If you're interested in being one of our actresses, you should come to Glamour Entertainment in order to sign your agreement." The perfunctory woman said again.  

It only took Queenie two seconds to accept the offer. "Sure, I will be there." 

After the person from Glamour Entertainment hung up, Queenie scurried to her wardrobe in search of something to wear.