“Here are the files you asked for, Sir Lev.”
Lev grins at Devika, his company’s ever reliable and capable acting president. “Come on, pres, I know you want to ask me about it.”
For the past two days, he’s been asking for Devika’s help to get him the information that he needed and, of course, all of it has something to do with actor and model France Nam. Aside from the first conversation they had about the actor, Devika hasn’t really asked him about anything that he’s been up to.
For a few days that he took care of France because of his flu, he i
[From Room 411]URGENTI'm really uncomfortable having to owe someone. Tell me what you want or need in return for taking care of me so I can give it to you. If you haven't really decided, should I just pay you?Is *toot* dollars enough?* * * * * * * * * *[From Room 412]
Out of all the things that could happen—waking up late is the worst thing for France today. He has an early appointment and based on the time on his phone, he’s already going to be late if he doesn’t get ready now!
[From Lev]I went out for work.
If there is one thing France didn’t know he was scared of—it is Lev’s sudden serious look.Lev saw them and turned a serious expression before walking towards them.
[From Room 412]Kiss.Do you remember now or shall we try to refresh your memory again?--------It’s been freaking three days and France is done dreaming about something that he knows to be nothing but a dream. It has to be a dream because he wouldn’t want to forget about it if ever! Frustratedly pulling himself out of bed, he went straight to the bathroom and started getting ready for this day.
“You answer that question, Actor France. Did we kiss?”
[From Room 412]
WARNING: This chapter might contain triggering contents: abuse, harassment, humiliation, etc. Please, please, please proceed with caution.
THE CAFÉ CONVERSATION"Are you surprised that I am not a 'miss'?"
“We were hated by our own parents when we got married and you can imagine their wrath when you were born, son. We didn’t want to endanger you nor put you in a situation where you’ll have to be away from us because of their doings. Ironically, we lost you because of our own twisted ways of protecting you. But it didn’t mean that we were never there, we were. Just far enough so you wouldn’t notice.”“We know you that you might think that we were never your parents and we will never blame you for it. You can get mad at us for as long as you need—we’re ready to wait until you’re comfortable with us again. We just hope that now you’re here, we assume that you are willing to give us a chance.”
France was waiting to return back to their table but that man seemed to be taking his time with whatever he had to do suddenly. At least they were done eating their man course and only the dessert is left to be served.
Meeting Lev’s mother was something France didn’t expect but at least he heard everything she had to say. He almost expected all the harsh words from her. After all, he isn’t a woman who can give Lev children; he doesn’t have the cleanest records of his relationships; he isn’t perfect. Out of the things she said, one question lingers the most to him.
“Why?”
WARNING: EXTREME VIOLENCE AND ABUSE AHEAD. PLEASE, READ WITH CAUTION.- - - - - - - - - -Almost three months have passed and with that span of time, France has finished everything that he needed to do—from all the castings to modelling to advertising. He pushed through the shootings for the reality show he was in with Actor Art and showed everyone his best. His ambassadorship with the Pavel’s company still stands and he did every photoshoot and commercials they needed with him. He accomplished all his signed advertisement deals. 
“There’s another quote on the act of writing letters, have a look: Letter writing is a truly anachronistic genre, a sort of tardy inheritance of the eighteenth century; those who lived at that time believed in the pure truth of the written word. And we? Times have changed; words are lost with ever greater ease; you can see them float on the waters of history; sink, come up again, mixed in by the current with the water hyacinths.”
“I see that you’re feeling fine, being here and all this.”Out of all the people France expected to come to him off-cam, it really had to be Art. He expected the worst in him and even practiced how he would act civilized with him in front of the cameras but no—the actor really approached him now that the cameras are off of them and the actor wouldn’t be benefited.“Are you sure you want to have this conversation now? The public wouldn’t know your efforts trying to ‘comfort’ me.” He said, already bored with having to deal with this guy. “Your post said it all.”
It’s all over the place—and it’s not even the slightest good news they want.Art can’t stop fidgeting as he reads further to what is happening. This is exactly the opposite of what they wanted. People should start an uprising with that damn Actor France but no—even the trolls they had have been getting all reported by their malicious comments.Everyone is siding with that damn actor. He couldn’t even believe that non-fans are actually the ones protecting him more. What the fuck is happening and why are people suddenly becoming this open-minded?