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Zoe's POVMy hands shook as I stared at the email that had just graced my phone. My heart raced; I did not need a stethoscope to know my apical pulse was over a hundred. My blood pressure might already be moving past the normal range because I could feel my chest tightening, my vision was getting blurry, and I was developing a migraine. I also knew what to do to make it stop; as a medical student, I had access to most drugs, but I knew not to abuse that privilege.A girl to the west of the cafeteria screamed with joy, “I got in! I got in!”. She was jumping as she screamed the words, and I recognized the girl to be Joyce Brian. We came from the same neighborhood. I could also guess she had gotten the same mail as I did, but it was funny how our reactions were polar opposites. When another person screamed for joy, I knew I would most likely have a heart attack if I stayed here for a minute longer.I meticulously arranged my books back into my bag exactly as they were when I brought them

Arman's POV My fingers played with the velvet box in my pocket. My chest was tight with nervousness, something I would usually never admit.I had spent more of my life in front of the camera than behind it. Being an actor was cool, but having both parents as Bollywood hotshots was hectic. My family lived for the camera.“I have a reservation.” I cleared my throat as I addressed the waiter. I didn’t need to, because they would have led me in anyway, but I said it all the same.The man nodded but spoke in a low voice, “I know this is against our policy, but I was wondering if…” He trailed off, looking around to see if there was anyone to tell on him.“Shhh,” I hushed him. Then I moved close enough to stuff my handkerchief into his pocket. “My initials are embroidered on it. Mind you, you never asked, so you did nothing against policy”.The man beamed like he had won the lottery. “Thank you so much,” he muttered.I nodded politely. “Now, my reservation,” I reminded him. His tag said his

ZoeMy mom was going to kill me. Dr. Veronica Adams had once threatened to slice my head open with an axe and then ask my dad to stitch me back up. I had a feeling she was going to do it this time.Because I was on a plane to New York to become an actress. What if it was all a scam? What if this man wanted to kidnap me and sell my body parts? Was sex trafficking still a thing?. What if all the people he had made me talk to were just liars like him?.“I can’t do this.” I gasped and unhooked my seatbelt. “I can’t do this, Jeremiah. What if I fail? What if I ruin my life?”.What had I been thinking?Jeremiah Lake smiled. “I can promise you that your life will not be ruined. You’re going to be famous, rich, and most importantly, happy. Besides, you can’t run now. We’re already on the plane”.I took a deep breath to digest his words. Happy. Happy. Happy. I would be happy. I would be free. I was yet to tell a soul.“We will be meeting with other actors and the crew members as soon as we lan

Zoe’s POVI should apologize.I had ignored Arman twice and indirectly called him stupid. Although the last part wasn't intentional, it wouldn’t have been so bad if everyone hadn’t been listening—but they had. We would begin shooting the movie by the weekend, and I would have to spend a lot of time with him. It wouldn't be good if we started off on the wrong foot. We already had, but I was hoping to correct it.M.J. would call for me any minute; he still had to show me my new apartment, settle me in, and teach me a lot of things, yet I had still not found Arman. I knew he was still in the building because his car was outside. Mind you, it wasn’t hard to figure out which car was his—the red sports car screamed his name even without the customized license plate.Where on earth was—There! I found him.I increased my pace to catch up with him, thinking it would be weird to shout his name, but he had already turned a corner. I would have bolted after him, but his words quieted my steps."R

ArmanMy victory was short-lived.Very and absolutely short.It lasted only those few seconds when unscripted horror climbed up Zoe’s features and her usually calm voice gave way to a shriek, but even then, my victory shrank when the only thought on my mind was how pretty she still looked even when horrified.And it only got worse.“That was quite a stunt you pulled there. You almost ruined the hard work everyone put into that scene, but then, Zoe’s undiluted reaction saved the day. I like it. The both of you make a very wonderful blend, but don’t go pushing her limits, Arman,” Eloise warned me. It was an obvious warning. She was telling me which side she stood on, and it wasn’t mine.Everyone loved the scene, but it wasn’t my stunt that impressed them; it was her reaction.I needed to calm down.Luckily, my damp mood did not affect the rest of the scene. Experience had taught me to douse my true feelings when the camera began to record.Zoe seemed cool except for the occasional kille