Tessa Netting Broadway Novels & Stories

Everything else could wait. The Walton Gallery stood like a beacon against the darkening New York sky, its glass facade glowing with warm light. Sleek black cars lined the street, depositing elegantly dressed figures who moved with the casual confidence that came with serious money. I watched from the sidewalk for a moment, taking in the scene I'd helped create. "Second thoughts?" I turned to find Tessa approaching, stunning in a midnight blue gown that probably cost more than my rent. "More like stage fright," I admitted.

I'm sorry for not updating guys I've been busy with exams. Vernon leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine glass in his hand as if it could distract him from the thoughts running rampant in his head. Across the room, Tessa stood near the grand piano, her fingers trailing its surface. She looked as if she belonged there, in that rich world of chandeliers and silk gowns—but she didn’t. Not yet. He saw her glance at her phone for the fifth time in two minutes. She sighed. Nickolas hadn’t picked up any of her calls.

She said. “...He ought to appreciate me diverting his attention from that pitiful Annabel situation. The family name was completely humiliated and he simply doesn’t understand the scope of this collaboration.” The receiver barely picked up Tessa's excited tiny voice. “I'm thrilled about the wedding of course!” Tessa said “Are you serious? It's going to be the season’s biggest event and my mother will get her seat on the board. It's all very neat. Carson's signature appears on every contract darling and the venue alone is extremely expensive…Spending that kind of money makes me happy.”

The place is populated, so many people want to go on an audition, Mandy had never done this in years, she stopped when she was fifteen, Tessa helped Mandy to get a ticket. "Here, I finally got your ticket," Tessa said as she stretched out the ticket for her, she read, her number is 105. "Thanks!"

She glanced up at me, her dark blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Was there something else I could help you with, Tessa?” She asked, looking more annoyed than ever. “I was just wondering if you were okay. You looked stressed a few minutes ago,” I blurted. She sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I’m just stressing out about this banquet this weekend,” she muttered. “It’s supposed to be the biggest event of the year, but the live musician just called to cancel on me after I already gave them the deposit. Their policy is no money back, but I called bullshit. I spoke to their agent and chewed his ass off for robbing me of that money.”

“But first, I must fetch you a glass of wine. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” “I won’t.” I promise. He lets go of me and walks away. I step backwards, withdrawing towards a quiet corner of the ball room. It’s a different kind of treat to watch the men and women mingling and building connections, all dressed up in their finests. No sooner does Aiden leave than Tessa approaches me. She is sipping a Bloody Mary. Her dress is a black sequined number with a short hem and a plunging neckline. “Look who it is. The flavor of the hour.” She smiles viciously. “Who do you think you are, ignoring the journalists like that? You must think you’re a celebrity or something.”

“This weekend... it’s going to be one for the books.” --- Scene – Springfield Campus, Thursday Morning Tessy spent most of the day in the rehearsal room, polishing transitions and pacing out her performance. Leo managed her schedule like a coach, keeping her hydrated and fed. Greg helped with lighting cues while Helena handled her wardrobe — a classy two-piece outfit with glittering embroidery, subtle but stunning. “You look like confidence dressed in sound,” Helena whispered as Tessy tried it on. “You think it’s too much?” Tessy asked, tugging at the hem.

Odette replied, as if she were offering us a pack of gum. Tessa blinked, then scoffed softly. “Ma’am, I think you’ve got the wrong person. We’re here representing Crystal Clear.” “I know who you are,” the woman said. “It’s a baby production company. Nothing established. Nothing proven. We’re offering you the opportunity of a lifetime.” Tessa straightened. “I’m sorry, but it’s not for sale.” “Thirty million.” As if increasing numbers worked like hypnosis. “Still no.” Tessa pushed back her chair. We both stood up ready to leave.

Her lips curled up for a moment before her expression returned to its normal sternness. Bryce wanted to do something. Tessa was acting as though she did not know him. She did not even give him the acknowledgment he expected. Or the fearful look he expected from her. He racked his brain on what to do there, but there was truly nothing. He could not show his true self, there were also humans in the room with him. ‘’What are your motivations to succeed?’’ the eyeglass lady asked. ‘’I… I am motivated by the…’’ Tessa was startled at her sudden stutter.

Tessa only needed to seduce the CEO, who had a bit of a problem with sensual attraction, and Tessa only needed to be a slightly more mischievous secretary to carry out the plan according to the $3 billion fee that she had already gotten half of. Tessa picked up a light brown long coat. She tried to cover up her clothes, which she only showed to the main store and not for the public's consumption. Not to forget, Tessa carried an identification card that confirmed her current status as secretary without having to go through a grueling interview.