Everett sat there. His eyes went to Paulo’s hand, where it held Gena’s. He watched Paulo’s thumb stroke the back of Gena’s hand. Gena didn’t take her hand away. Instead, Paulo took his hand away first when he noticed Everett’s attention focused on his hand. “Everett, I don’t know how you expect to keep up such a crazy schedule with your other responsibilities. You’ll burn yourself out in no time. I don’t believe your fanbase is all that caring about Empire Nights. If you have a role in it.” Paulo said to Everett. His words betrayed how he complained, masquerading it as advice. He favoured Grandview Manor and Gena over Everett and his career. Paulo worked as an agent to both actors. Everett didn’t see the impartial treatment and investment into his career. Though he saw the favouritism flowing toward Gena currently. “Paul, what are you getting at? Are you recommending that I not take work and forgo the salary? Or are you telling me not to expand my r
-Four Weeks Later- They’d finally found a routine for filming the production of Empire Nights. Rebecca loved the show with its era of rich clothes and the hint of risky behaviour for the time. A gin joint with a resident gum shoe and the female plucky owner of the gin joint who had a per chant for stumbling into crimes. Rebecca’s health eased up a little, even though she still struggled with symptoms periodically. But today she’d tied herself up in knots over the major scene they’d film. The fans sat on the edge of their seats waiting as Rebecca and Everett danced around with a rekindling romance. She could feel the emotions of her character and Rebecca fears those weren’t Bella’s feelings for Dane. No, she felt her feelings rekindling for Everett, and it was a sweet, sad thing.Rebecca realized she could never act on her feelings, fearing the harm she would cause him. If she pursued him to try again and as she told him before. She’d become sick aga
Everett didn’t have a warning when he’d found himself pulled into a meeting with Mr. Johnson Sebastian and his murder of crows. That’s how Everett saw the Studio Executives. John Sebastian spoke for the entire murder. Resembling a crow, he became the inspiration for many board members trying to imitate him to different extents.John sat across the conference table from Everett. Its glossy wooden surface gleamed too much in the morning sunshine. John's wrinkles hinted at the discreet cosmetic procedures he had undergone to maintain a youthful appearance. His highly manicured black hair, though, once was natural. Now, it wasn’t naturally black. Everett would not be the one to tell him it did nothing to hide his age. His all-black suits leant to the crow description that his skinny birdlike features gave off. The tailoring may point to skill and money spent, but the clear padding used to fill out his form screamed unnatural. It gave him a creepy air all around. Everett imagines the man d
Rebecca walked in from where her driver Randell delivered her. Ben would take part in the meeting remotely since he couldn’t make it in person because of being at his office across town. As soon as she entered the building and passed through security, she found herself accosted by Everett. He pulled her aside into a small, quiet alcove behind some decorative greenery. “Everett, what are you doing? Stop pulling on my arm. Explain yourself right now.” Rebecca didn’t know what was happening. Everett held onto both of her arms, ensuring she stayed facing him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want anyone seeing us talking to each other or overhearing this. You know, no matter what we’ve gone through before, I never stopped caring about you.” Everett looked awkwardly around the large potted palms to ensure no one lingered to overhear them speak with each other. Rebecca couldn’t understand what happened here. Everett appeared to act more oddly with ever
Rebecca couldn’t believe what he’d done. She knew precisely how he’d use that recording. Bloody ass wanted to blackmail her into marriage. What did he achieve by doing this? A role in Empire Nights? After he again burned his bridges to Gena and Grandview Manor. Rebecca stopped suddenly in the corridor as a thought struck. He’s said he wanted to repair bridges. What the hell? Rebecca felt a ray of hope, then discounted it because nothing changed. She was a losing bet in every aspect. Did he do this out of pity after what he’d learned. He’d find himself sorely mistaken. She couldn’t afford a lawsuit or scandal. If her real name came out and the wrong people discovered her, she’d be in danger. Rebecca’s career risked everything. For years, she patiently awaited her father’s death. Then they’d not want her back. He compelled the search for her.Gena wondered why Rebecca wasn’t impressed with her family, their money, and their influence. Rebecca didn’t c
“Gena’s time is running out. The social media feud has gone too far. We can’t believe it’s because of your relationship with Everett. The on-screen chemistry hints at hidden depths. It doesn’t do that on Grandview Manor. We need you and Everett to bring that heat alive in person for your viewers. The fans want a wedding.” Why now? Why did they dangle everything she’d ever wanted when she couldn’t give back anything but failure and disappointment? This was more than she could accept. Rebecca’s annoyance bothered her as much as the scratching on the back of her thighs from the coarse grey fabric of the chair she sat upon. “Excuse me. A what? Did you say wedding? A real wedding? Not a wedding between our characters?” It was so important in this business to have a clear demarcation between one’s life and one’s role in the project. The board often missed the mark on defining the difference between the two, and it could become confusing. “An honest and legal wedding
In search of Everett, Rebecca left the conference room. She needed to speak with him. She’d tried to avoid him when they weren’t working. Following the meeting, she sought details about his role in the agreement. Where did he see this going? What made him agree to this? It felt like torture to have these questions flooding her brain with chaos. Rebecca didn’t know which was worse. She suspected she had the answers, but the thought of them frightened her. Rebecca found Everett in his dressing room. The man already moved his things from the guest dressing room he’d used to the dressing room that connected to hers. No one used it because Rebecca feared the person would get nosy or see something they shouldn’t. What was she thinking? He already had seen too much. Now Rebecca needed to do damage control and set some boundaries with Everett. She knocked on his dressing room door and waited. Rebecca felt self-conscious a
Everett felt elated when he felt the sting of her hand on his cheek. He interpreted it as an emotional response, causing her to disconnect from the rest of the world. Everett could still reach out, and she’d respond. Everett worried about the consequences if Rebecca didn’t control her anger and feared it might be too late for her. That would have killed him, too. He truly saw Rebecca now. Everett admired her strength and drive. Now he saw what he’d missed earlier. He saw how much she resembled a wounded animal. Everett feared she believed herself too wounded to survive. She endured the daily grind to hide her proximity to the brink of despair. If she lashed out, Everett believed, her protecting herself like this meant she wasn’t ready to give up. Rebecca wasn’t an unresponsive defeated ball. “Everett, we won’t work on that. How could you say anything like that?” “Simple. This is day one of our whirlwind romance. This is what grand romant