Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

When my car drove in, it immediately caught everyone's attention. Someone exclaimed, "Mr. Peterson, your company is really wealthy if employees drive such nice cars to work!" All eyes turned toward me. I calmly got out of the car and walked straight up to the three of them. Lucia's eyes were filled with jealousy. Marcus's expression changed as he lowered his voice to tell me, "Why are you here? The film crew is still around. Whatever it is, can't it wait until they leave?" I smiled and said loudly, "Mr. Peterson, I'm here to resign."

Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.

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?”

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.

I actually looked behind me. Surely they weren't talking about me. "What?”

From behind me. My heart stopped.

He settled back in his chair and watched the room fill and told himself to leave it alone. ***** Backstage was a different world entirely. The calm that Raymond had carefully constructed over the last two hours was holding, but only just. Most of the models were in their final looks, the hair and makeup team were doing last touch ups, and the floor manager was moving from station to station with a headset and a clipboard checking off names. The music from the front of the house was audible back here, muffled through the walls, and that sound more than anything else was making it real.

Someone could be naked for Christ's sake. "Follow me now." He ordered with an air of authority. We exchanged looks and followed her immediately. Moving out, the man had led us backstage. Our changing room was really close to it, I wondered how we didn't catch any noise from there. They must have a good soundproof system. There was a large screen at the back which showed what happened on stage. I studied it closely. There were several rows of seats full of spectators, scrutinising the show. Noah Park the three others stood out the most with the most intimidating aura around them, setting them apart from the general.

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