13.

Clare walked into the studio and as always, all heads turned to her.

A young lady ran up to her.

“Good morning, Miss Timbers. I'm Tina and I'll be your personal assistant for the duration of this movie. Please, let me take your bag."

Clare removed her glasses, and for the first time, looked at the person talking to her.

“Do you think I'd let you touch my twenty thousand dollar Prada bag, with your dirty hands? Take me to your director. I need my private dressing room." Clare looked at her with disgust.

Tina took the lead, taking Clare further into the set, past other cast and crew.

“Here he is." Tina pointed to a man who wore the director jacket, and whose back was turned to her.

She cleared her throat and spoke up.

“Mr Director."

The man turned to her and she was shocked to see who it was.

“Jake… are you kidding me right now?"

Jake smiled and dropped the note pad he was holding. He walked up to her with other arms, smiling.

“What's up,baby? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Clare