"Did you sleep well?" He asked naturally.
"What am I doing here? What the hell did you do to me?" I began to ask. I checked my body but my clothes were intact. "You held onto me. I didn't want to but you made me. You kissed me first. Don't you remember?" Julian asked me. "I did nothing of that..." She paused. I guessed her memories were returning to her. "Did I really do that? To you of all people..." "Of course!" Julian replied. "Anyway, we kissed and that's all. We didn't have sex!” I took a deep breath now. I heard his phone ringing and he picked it up. "I will be at the office soon. I'm fine!" Those were the first words he said. He looked alarmed and cut the call afterwards. “Photos,” he muttered. “Someone took a picture of us last night. It's trending!” I picked up my phone and checked quickly. There was an article in the main newspaper already. "Entertainment CEO, Julian Holland, spotted alongside rookie actress, Annie Richmond, at a hotel." He looked alarmed. He must have seen the article too. The article was accusing him of sleeping with rookie actresses to help their careers. "You are an actress?" Julian asked me. "Yes, I am Annie Richmond," I replied faintly. I could see Julian clench his fists. "Who do you work for? How dare you try to destroy my reputation!" He shouted at me. I was just as frustrated as he was and this confused me. "I know nothing about this!" I said firmly. "Shut up!" Julian shouted out of anger. "I'm not a fool, Annie. How much were you paid to do this? I'll pay you double to fix this mess!" How could he accuse me just like that? It made no sense to me. I took a deep breath and looked at him confidently. "I have no reason to cause this scandal. I didn't even know who you were until this morning yet you think it's my fault. That's crazy!" I exclaimed. "Stop lying through your teeth!" Julian shouted back at me. He almost shoved his phone into my face as he showed me the screen. "Do you take me for a fool? That's your bio right there. It says you are signed under Duck Entertainment. Who doesn't know that they are my biggest rivals in the entertainment industry?" "I was signed under them, not anymore," I replied. "Very good script!" Julian replied. "I am sure Duncan is behind this. He told you to ruin my career, didn't he?" "Maybe you should calm down for a moment!" I exclaimed. "I was fired yesterday by the Duncan you talk about. I have no ties to his company and this wasn't a scheme. You can choose to disbelieve but the truth is we are on the same boat." "You and me?" Julian asked with a sarcastic smirk on his face. "How would I be in the same boat with someone hired to ruin me?" "I said you were mistaken!" I shouted. "Let's even agree that is the case for a moment..." Julian interrupted. "I have a huge fan base and you are just a rookie actress. Since you are in the industry, you should know that having many fans translates to having many anti-fans. I have just as many enemies. I will be bashed and canceled while you will be given relevance and made out to be a poor actress who gave in to my demands. Who knows? You could even claim I harassed you." I took a deep breath. "I had no involvement in this. Please believe me..." I tried. However, he wasn't listening. He was consumed in his own rage and I could tell he was playing different scenarios in his head already. He had wild imaginations, no wonder he was a highly rated producer. His phone rang and he picked it up. I didn't hear what he was told but afterwards, he dressed up fully and was going to leave. "There will be reporters and paparazzi outside the hotel's gate. You should stay here until you can sneak out," I offered advice. However, he stared at me suspiciously. "Was that your plan? Did they tell you to keep me inside no matter what?" He asked sharply. I looked away and he left the room hurriedly. Now, it felt as if I was all alone. I figured it would be best to leave as well so I hurried outside. As I passed, I could hear the hotel staff giggling. I felt like disappearing in a hole right there. The good thing was that they took no pictures or so I thought. The hotel management must have trained them properly. I walked towards the gate, turning every now and then to see if I was being followed. "Miss!" I heard someone call from behind. I turned only to find a lady in her thirties walking towards me. She had glasses on and she was dressed professionally. I waited and she came to me. "Who are you, please?" I asked, fearing her reply. "The hotel manager," She replied and handed me her card. "My name is Isabella Tuckey. I had a hard time finding you. I thought you were in your hotel room." "Ah, well..." I muttered, apparently lost for words. "Are you planning to go through the main gate?" Isabella asked carefully. "I have to go home," I muttered in reply. "You should follow me, Miss," She smiled at me. "Our VIP told me to make sure you went out safely. If you go out through the main gate, I don't think you will make it out safely. Julian's aggrieved fans are there and you know how it is, they can be dangerous." "Your VIP told you to escort me safely?" I asked. "Of course," Isabella replied. She led the way now and I followed. "May I know who this VIP is?" I asked carefully. She stared at me for a moment and looked away. One would have thought she was scanning due to suspicions about my intention. She looked away right after. "You spent the night with him..." Isabella replied. Julian Holland. Why would he help me? "Don't be confused," Isabella cut in. I wondered how she knew I was confused. Then she continued, "He told me it was to make sure you said nothing stupid to the reporters. Stuff like crying and playing the victim, you understand." I stopped. Julian was a fucking jerk. Isabella turned and stared at me again. I said nothing to her. Instead, I walked faster. I remained behind her nonetheless. ** Isabella took me to a safehouse rather than my own house. She literally smuggled me out of the hotel. Anyway, the house was so magnificent that I was tempted to take pictures there. Of course, I dared not do that. Just the thought of Isabella's nagging stopped me. Then I saw Duncan's call. I picked it reluctantly even though Isabella earlier warned me to go off-grid to avoid being tracked. "Did you like my gift?" Duncan asked me over the phone. He sounded excited. "What gift?" I asked. Talking to him made me boil in anger. I shouldn't be doing it, I know. "The scandal..." Duncan replied. "It was fueled by me." "What!" I exclaimed. I was so infuriated right now and my countenance had totally changed. "My plan was to bury your career totally. I didn't know God was on my side. Who knew I would be able to get rid of my rival and you at once? You can't guess how much I am excited right now," Duncan laughed. I clenched my fists and tried to stabilize my breathing first. Deep breaths. "You can't ruin me!" I told him firmly. "Oh, really?" Duncan asked. He sounded serious. "Is that an invitation for a challenge? You want to compete with me for real?" "This is the worst thing you can do, scumbag!" I shouted. "Don't lose control. It shows how weak you are," Duncan told me. "You see, being able to stay calm when you're in a pickle puts you in a level of maturity that many people can never reach." "Now you teach me about life, huh!" I said with a smirk on my face. "You are a clown!" "Am I?" He asked. "I was thinking I could give you a second chance..." "Save it for your whores! I won't be needing it," I replied. "My whores?" Duncan laughed. "Oh, you are an ex-whore of mine now. You can come back anytime. I've missed your pussy. Turns out it was better than the rest." My first instinct was to call him a jerk but I controlled myself. Just as he said, I would be showing how angered I was. Rather than do that, I cut the call instantly and slammed my phone against the wall. I was angry and I grabbed a vase near me. "That's not yours to break," Isabella muttered. I turned and she was right at the door. "Since when have you been there?" I asked and placed the vase down. I was a little embarrassed. "I've been here a while ago," Isabella entered the room properly. "Actually, someone is here to see you." Before I could ask who it was, he entered through the door. He looked better than this morning. I wasn't expecting to see him again. It was Julian Holland.There was applause after the interview ended. I had put the right impression on people and everyone was sure it would be a hit when shown to the public. George came to me privately afterwards.“I was worried for no reason…” he muttered. “You are good at improvisation. I should have known you were able to handle it.” “I was being honest,” I told him casually. “It wasn't any form of improvisation. That was me being raw and truthful.” George stared at me for a moment. I stared back at me and soon, we broke eye contact. “Do you have plans for this evening?” George asked me. This made me smile, “I am married to your boss, George. You don't plan on asking me out, do you?” “I plan on doing that!” George replied naturally. “Make some time for me this evening. Let's have a drink together and talk.” “You want to talk?” I asked.“You know I want to!” He replied and left instantly. Since the interview was now over, I was free for the day. I planned to stay alone till in the evening when Geo
It kept ringing in my head. Everyone's eyes had fallen on me and I just couldn't believe what was happening right now. I remained standing but it seemed as if my soul had left my body. “The beneficiary of my assets is Annie Richmond.” Was that a mistake? Perhaps the lawyer would reread and find out a mistake had been made. However, it didn't seem like it. People began to murmur and when I looked at Julian's face, I could see a mix of shock and nervousness. He had been sure he would get Mr. Yamamoto's assets upon his death. What if Julian hated me now? “Annie, are you okay?” Julian asked me as he touched me carefully. “I… I am…” I muttered. “I don't know what just happened. Did I hear…” “Yes,” Julian answered in a firm voice. “You will be the beneficiary to all his assets.” Julian gave me a hug right there and trust me, that was the exact thing I needed right now. If unpredictability was a person, it would be the late Mr. Yamamoto. Even on my way home, I remained dazed. I only t
I laid down on the bed shirtless. I stared upwards as I took deep breaths. It had been a long day for me and there was no better way to relax than this. My phone rang and I picked it up. It was George. “Boss, I have bad news,” he told me uneasily. I sat up immediately. “Go ahead!” I braced myself. “It is about Mr. Yamamoto. I received news from one of his assistants a while ago. He collapsed and he has been hospitalized…” George told me carefully. I was more than nervous now. “Is it bad?” I wanted to know. Even without seeing George face-to-face, I could tell he was hesitating right now. “It is, boss,” George replied. That was all I had to hear. I cut the call right away and tried to calm myself. Mr. Yamamoto has been with me since the beginning of my company. He was always more than a co-worker, he was a father figure to me. I couldn't watch this happen. I had to save him somehow, no matter what would happen. My phone beeped and when I checked, it was a text message from George.
“Of course, disciplinary action will be taken. That is only normal,” Mr. Cooper said. “You should end the practice, stage manager. Come with me, Annie.” Okay, I was in trouble. Mr. Cooper led me to his office and shortly after we got there, Julian entered. “You said you would only observe during the practice. Do you plan to observe here as well?” Mr. Cooper asked him. “You are the director. It won't be nice if I intervene at times like this. But if you don't mind, I will talk to Annie for a few seconds,” Julian replied. Mr. Cooper nodded, granting him approval. Julian looked at me intently. He picked up my script right after and confirmed that it had been tampered with. “I want you to tell me the truth, Annie. Did you tamper with this script?” Julian asked. When I left him today, I never thought I would be interrogated by my husband. Everything was going the opposite way it was planned. “No, I didn't,” I replied firmly, hoping he would believe me. I could accept others not trust
Maggie managed to convince us. It sounded like she meant the best for us but somehow, I had doubts. If my intuition was half as great as I thought, Maggie truly wanted to have Julian back as a lover. If that was what she wanted, she would have no reason to help others see how great a couple we are. What she should be doing instead is sowing seeds to the public about how we do not get along well. Who knows? Maggie might have plans to show the world that we do not show affection to each other. If that was what she was planning, I would definitely shatter her plans. I arrived at the practice hall twenty minutes earlier than scheduled. It was already a full room. I had several ‘hello’ and ‘hi’ coming from different corners. Within ten minutes, I had been invited to four different places this weekend. Of course, I rejected all of them gently, claiming I had plans already. Eventually, I saw Julia walking towards me with a smile on her face. “You've finally seen what I was talking about,”
I made sure Annie had left for the dining room before I made my move. Earlier, I heard her talking to Isabella. She wanted late night snacks as she would be staying up at Julian's private library to read her script. I waited calmly until the coast was clear before I went to the library. The script was right there and I checked through it right away. I checked the wall clock again, I had only twenty minutes for this. The parts which Annie would be reading tonight weren't many. I wondered why she wanted to stay up for that. There was only one explanation, she was excited and wanted to feel like she was working hard for it. I tore off the two pages and scanned it instantly. From there, I edited her own lines so that she would read the wrong thing. The thought of how embarrassed she would be tomorrow gladdened my heart. I printed out the edited document and slipped it in her script in place of the part I tore off.Mission complete. I smiled again and made to walk out. All of a sudden, I