Agent Celebrity Novels & Stories

After seeing these people off, Gisselle plopped down on the soft sofa, "Maid-style service, huh? I've moved so many times, but this is the most comfortable one. I don't have to do anything, just enjoying the good life with you." As she spoke, she kicked off her shoes and sat up straight, "Your agent is incredibly talented. He used to work at Zephyr Media. The young and prematurely deceased grand slam actress from Zephyr Media was his protégé." "After that actress passed away, he also left Zephyr Media and no one knew where he went. I haven't heard much about him in the past two years. I didn't expect that Mr. Fenton could actually bring him back. Chelsy, you're going to be famous!"

My screen lights up as my agent's name flashes as the caller ID. "What's up?" Carl had been my agent for the last four years. With his help, I managed to land roles I could only dream about as a girl. "Hey, do you have a sec?" he says, shuffling in the background. "Sure, I do. Is there a problem?" "Just one," he says, and my heart sinks.

Only after the two of them returned to the room did she carefully look at Zachary and ask, "Do you really think Agnes can do it?" "What? Don't you believe in your agent?" "No..." Jenny shook her head, but she was uncertain. "I just think that if she takes the job at such a critical moment, she will be under a lot of pressure!" "There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to go from a small transparent agent to an A-list celebrity's or a superstar's agent, how can you do it without paying some price?" "Price?" Zachary walked over to her when he saw that her expression changed due to fright. Patting her head affectionately, he asked, "Why are you so timid?"

Terran I strolled through the lobby of the talent agency, smiling at people as I passed. I recognized a few faces from the movies. “Hello,” I greeted the woman sitting at the tall black desk in front of the talent agency’s large logo. “Hi, do you have an appointment?” she asked, barely looking at me. “Yes. With Gabriel.” She looked up and smiled. “Oh, Mr. Maddox, I presume?” “That’d be me.” I winked.

The kind of paper trail only someone like Damien Sinclair could pull together overnight. Celeste flipped the top page. Arden Rowe: stage name, real name, parents’ info. Not surprising the studio PR kit had scrubbed her so clean she’d come out gleaming. Celeste skimmed: Talent contracts. Agent agreements. Sponsorship deals lined up faster than any young actress should’ve landed so early. Then, the name that made her stomach clench. “Greywell Studios?” Celeste whispered.