Behind The Scene Novels & Stories

Ezra remained beside the counter, still holding his forgotten mug. Omar glanced toward him. “Drink it or set it down. You’re making the coffee nervous.” Ezra gave him a flat look before finally abandoning the mug and joining them at the table. “What’s next?” Omar pushed a page toward them. “St. Agnes site packet. Current staffing, female normalizer list, overnight room map, old administrative links, and donor board pressure ready by eight. And the first cluster after M.M.” Three lines appeared on the page.

Backstage, the energy was just as electrifying as it was out front. The sound of the music, the murmur of models getting last minute touch ups, and the rustling of extravagant fabric filled the space. Sarah and Alexander stepped into the room, the tension of the event pressing against their backs but doing nothing to dull the air of control they carried.

I signaled the assistant next to me: “Be ready to attach it at the final turn.” The audience leaned forward, captivated by the flow of the dress, unaware of the small drama unfolding just out of sight. I allowed myself the tiniest smile, this was exactly why I thrived under pressure. Every challenge backstage was an opportunity to control the narrative, to turn near disaster into perfection.

The long-awaited grand finale has finally arrived. Since tonight’s competition will be broadcast live, everything has been meticulously prepared to ensure a flawless and spectacular show. Backstage at Couture Étoile is like a giant beehive buzzing with activity. The atmosphere is hot, lively, intense, and almost overwhelming. The sound of needles and scissors clinking blends with the chatter of contestants, assistants, and crew members. Everyone is busy, rushing to get everything ready for the big show. In the makeup area, hairstylists and makeup artists work nonstop to perfect each model’s look. Camera flashes go off repeatedly, capturing the final moments before they step onto the runway.

She said the last sentence with a grin. Seriously this girl is crazy "Worry not your hot Mr. Sa'ad won't do anything because we're rounding up now." I mimic her voice. ** "I want each and every one of you to try his/her best this is a big project we're going up against our big rival, I hope you will all work hard on this project. Within this week I want each group to prepare a proposal have a nice day." With that being said he walked out of the meeting hall majestically with Linda tailing behind him.

Irene opened the door to her room, she saw her husband lying on the bed sleeping, as she was pacing around contemplating whether to ask him about the anniversary party or not, but how would she tell him who told her? She doesn't want the party or anyone in the house or someone to find out about her secret affair, she doesn't want an intruder in the house. She needs to find a way to stop the party.

I couldn't afford for him to become suspicious of my true motives. Oliver and Meredith headed to the preparation room for their final adjustments. Meanwhile, I discovered that my arranged seat was at the very back of the conference room, so I couldn't see anything. It was obvious that they were trying to humiliate me. I sent a message to Penelope, telling her to take action. The show was about to start, after all. Radiant light shone down from the dome of International Conference Center. Oliver's entrance onto the stage was accompanied by thunderous applause.

Zara's POV I removed the flash drive and tucked it beneath the drawer in my closet before entering the master bedroom where Nico and Tessa were waiting. Nico was adjusting the last strand of my hair while Tessa, ever the multitasker, filmed content for the media. “Tessa,” I said, meeting her eyes through the mirror, she paused the video. “When the red carpet’s over and the event has been going for at least an hour, have security clear out every photographer. No phones, no cameras. Not even from the guests. Do you understand me?”

Helen snapped before storming out. Laura stood frozen, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Be – Behind me?” The confusion was too much. Jerry’s fists clenched in response, and the tension in the room was intense.

James’s face was pale, anger twisting his jaw. “I can’t do this here,” he hissed at her, but Brenda didn’t move. “Then when, James?” she demanded. “When will you introduce me?” Gasps rippled from the onlookers, whispers already spreading like wildfire. My chest burned, but I kept my face composed, drifting closer, pretending like everything was fine, not going to throw a tantrum like everyone expected. James turned on his heel and froze when his eyes met mine before excusing himself, leaving Brenda standing there, chin lifted in defiance.