“Glenn was the one who's supposed to play Jane?” Genevieve repeated in disbelief, feeling a little suffocated. Looking over at James, Noah scowled at him and asked, “Why didn't you tell her who the actress was that was ineffective for the role?” “I did mention it to you... Didn't I?” James mumbled as he cocked his head to the side, feigning innocence as his smug grin remained firmly planted. “You did not! If you did, I wouldn't have accepted the job,” Genevieve gritted out, anger burning in her chest, before turning away to avoid eye contact. Staring at her with furrowed brows, Director Rheyns thought about it for a while and then said, “But why? Is there an issue between Glenn and you?” Not wanting to explain the complicated relationship she and her cousin had, Genevieve, sighed out her frustration and mumbled, “No. There isn't.” “Well, whatever it is, I am glad you agreed to the callback because you are Jane. You are what we envisioned her to be. The emotions are raw, the conn
With a worried look, Director James walked into Mr. Stark's office, and when he and the chairman's gaze locked, he drew his eyes to the floor and said, “Good morning, boss. Charlotte told me that you requested to see me?” “Yes. You are fire.” Mr. Stark said in a flat tone. “You will get compensated, and you should clear your desk.” A look of horror and disbelief flashed through Director James's face, and it took him a long moment to collect himself enough to answer back, “Boss, I don't understand?” Giving him a dull stare, Mr. Stark frowned and said, “What’s not the to understand? You are fire. Clear your desk and walk out, and don't return to the company. Another casting director will come in soon to replace you.” With that, Mr. Stark returned to the large stack of papers on his table and picked up his pen. Confused and desperate, Director James stood there, staring at Mr. Stark, and then he let out as the office door opened, “Is this about yesterday... about Genevieve? Whatever
Everyone was waiting in anticipation, ready for Genevieve’s reaction, and she stated calmly, “Since you all seem pretty eager to know, I will say this once and only once.” The reporters grew quiet, their cameras trained on her, waiting for her response. She glanced at the camera one more time, her eyes burning as she stared, then she took a deep breath. “I stole nothing from her. The callback took place and I did what I was told to do. About Glenn falling, it was an accident. That's all.” Genevieve finished coldly. “So are the rumors of you begging Director James to be the one sent for the callback after injuring Glenn is not true?” “I have spoken my truth. If you wish to continue spreading the lies, then so be it. But please leave me alone.” With that, Genevieve turned away from the group, approaching Noah, and he opened the back door for her, watching her enter. “I believe the rumors. She was way too defensive and cold towards us.” One reporter said. “Well, it's obvious. S
The sound of her ringtone made Genevieve pat the bed, feeling something hard and firm under her palm, and Noah watched her hand feel his body.When she poked her finger into his mouth, he grabbed her wirst, and she chuckled.“You little rascal,” Noah grinned at her, kissing her finger before letting it go, and she raised her eyelids to see him staring at her as if she were a puzzle.Genevieve felt herself blush, but she pushed down the feeling of being so flustered and picked up her phone from the nightstand.“It’s director Esther,” Genevieve mumbled, eyeing Noah before pressing the answer on the phone. “Good morning, Mrs. Kress.” “Your cousin's interview yesterday has put a bad reputation on the series, and a show that was estimated to have a high success rate is now going down due to negative press,” Esther said, sounding more worried than mad.“I am sorry-”“This is not your fault. We forced you to accept the role of Jane, and we still want you to play the part, but we have to appe
As EXAT’s building came into sight, Noah's grip on the steering wheel tightened a bit, and he drove into the parking lot, looking at Genevieve, who sat next to him without saying anything. A moment later, the two walked into the company lobby, and the sight of Genevieve grabbed the employee's attention. “She did such a hideous thing to force her way to the top. Now see where that's gotten her?” One of the employees murmured. Another coworker whispered to him, “I heard that the chairman's wife doesn't like her for what she did to Glenn. It's only been a few days since she signed with the company and looked at the damage she caused.” “Yes, the scandal has taken a toll on the company.” Another employee added, nodding. “It feels like sorcery that Genevieve is still allowed to work with the company.” The whispers and gossip continued to follow the couple everywhere they passed until they got into the elevator and headed for the second floor. When the doors parted, Genevieve and Noa
“Hunter, what’re the statues?” The older fellow asked, sitting behind his office desk as his cold eyes met his right-hand man gaze. “Genevieve's career as an actress is over,” Hunter said, lowering his head to avoid such a dangerous gaze. “Since she lost her role in surviving the end of loving you and her contract with EXAT, she has been living on the low at the new penthouse she bought recently in Cardiff. It looks like this is it for her...” “I guess I won't have to kill her after all.” His boss casually let out. “You are relieved of your duty to watch her until further notice.” Bowing deeply, Hunter stayed that way for a moment and then turned and walked off. ****** Sitting at the table with Mr. and Mrs. Stark, Glenn smiled politely at the couple and said, “Thank you, mother and father, for inviting me over to have breakfast with you guys.” “Of course, dear. You finally got your cast removed. It is something to celebrate over breakfast. Afterward, you and I can go shopping f
The black glass structure of the fifty-foot-long skyscraper was calm until the glass door slide opened. A security ran inside, shouting, “The boss is back! Dean Black is in the parking lot.” Immediately the lobby grew stiff with tension as the employees stood up straight. Their eye stared at the ceiling, and their hands clasped behind their backs. The place grew dead like a graveyard, and no one dared move from their position or blink even when the glass doors slid open again, and Noah stepped into the lobby. His long coat back swished through the air, and his shoes clicked against the floor as he made his way to the elevator with a dark shade on his face. As he walked past his employees, they bowed slightly, greeting, “Good morning, boss.” The cold expression on his face didn't fade as Noah walked across the lobby with Maxwell and other security details. When Noah finally entered the elevator, the mumbling began among his employees. “The lone wolf is back.” One of them whisper
Standing outside of Noah's office, Max felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see Mrs. Stark's name blinking on his screen. Immediately, he walked away from the other guards, and then he answered the call, saying, “Good day, madam.” “Max, is my son with you?” Mrs. Stark asked him abruptly. “Yes. He's in a meeting with Author Parker.” “Why?” “I’m not sure, madam.” There was a pause, and Mrs. Stark said, “Find out why and report back to me.” “Yes, Madam,” Max mumbled, looking over his shoulder. After ending the call, he quickly shoved the phone back in his pocket and walked over to his position. ****** When Noah and Mr. Parker finally agreed, the old man woke from his seat with a smile and extended his hand to Noah, saying, “It’s my pleasure doing business and working with you.” “Thank you for entrusting me with work. I promise not to ruin it and disappoint you.” Noah said, taking his hand in his and shaking it. “The final documents will be sent to you th