POV
"Are you sure you don’t know the Kensington family?" Damian asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Should I?" I kept my tone polite, not wanting to show any reaction. "Are they that important?"
"No, no need and sure... they are not that important," he replied, looking a bit taken aback. "Sorry, my mistake. I thought you looked familiar." He started to walk away but then stopped and glanced back. "So, are you here to audition?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but Sissy beat to it.
"Yes! She is here to audition for Tiless Love— it’s a minor third-character role, but still important!" Sissy chirped, practically bouncing with excitent. "If you are part of this, Mr. Stor, she will be thrilled, even if it ans playing as a chair or a street light!"
I cringe. Oh, Sissy... embarrassing , as usual. You were the one who wanted it more than !
"Really?" Damian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You know, even if you keep denying it, I know you were at the mansion that night."
"I told you already— I wasn’t there!" I almost yelled but soon composed myself.
"Alright, alright!" He held up his hands, still grinning as he looked over, as if studying every detail. "Actually, you are perfect. Just what I was looking for."
"Excuse ?" I asked as I frowned
"Oh, nothing. Go ahead with your audition," he said, flashing a playful smile. "Just don’t forget to give it your best." And with that, he walked away, leaving even more confused— and slightly irritated.
"What was that?" I muttered. I had admired his work, but after seeing him at Evander’s mansion, sohow, I had started disliking him. "Let’s go!" I turned toward Sissy and said, but seeing her drooling over Damian made want to smack her head.
"Let’s leave, and I am telling you! You can’t hit on him! He is not your regular man," I warned her as I gave her a deadly glare.
"Fine! I don’t want to flirt with him either! I just like him as an idol and nothing else," Sissy replied as she quickly wiped out her drool.
"Yeah, sure! Your idol!" I rolled my eyes and walked away from her, as I didn’t wish to indulge myself with her weird fantasies.
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Evander’s POV
"Zaniel, the script looks good. I will go to the eting later," I told him as I focused back on my work.
"Alright, boss!" Zaniel said as he dialed Damian’s number to update him. But apparently, Damian wanted to talk to directly.
"What does he want now?" I muttered, frowning. "I am really not in the mood to talk."
"But Mr. Stor insists it’s really important to talk to you," Zaniel said, looking at with pleading eyes. He was clearly hoping I would agree.
"Fine, give the phone," I sighed as I grabbed it from him and imdiately hung up the call. "And don’t bother again," I said through clenched teeth.
Zaniel stared at as he seed frustrated but was holding back. "Boss, if you are going to torture like this, you might as well just fire !"
"Just leave alone, Zaniel," I replied, waved him off. He turned to leave, but just then, my own phone began buzzing.
"This guy! Why won’t he stop calling?" I muttered, and I was clearly annoyed. I had wanted to make plans with Claire, but between all these interruptions, it felt impossible. I had barely slept and was thinking about her the whole ti, the last night.
I had told the doctors to make sure Claire stayed until she was fully better, but the next ti I checked, she had already left, ignoring their advice. She never listened, and when I tried to reach out to her, she didn’t even bother to receive my call.
How was I going to make her mine? She has to be mine or else I will burn the whole world!
"Boss, are you going to answer that?" Zaniel asked, gesturing to my phone, which was still buzzing.
"Fine," I sighed as I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard his voice and answered the call. "What now? Didn’t I say I would be there on ti?"
"Relax, man," Damian chuckled on the other end. "Can’t you just hear out?"
"What do you want?" I asked in an impatient voice. The sooner I listened, the sooner he would stop bothering and I then only I could have so peace.
"Hey, I don’t want anything," Damian said with that smug tone, and I could imagine his smirk . "You already agreed to invest in my project and to attend the eting, so we are good there."
"Then why call?" I grumbled. "I have thousand other things to do than entertain you? I you have so to say... say it or else..."
"Alright, alright," he interrupted , sounding overly excited. "But listen— I just saw soone interesting today," he added, clearly trying to spark my curiosity, but my mind was only on Claire.
I rolled my eyes, ready to end the call, as I truly was not interested. However, I decided to hear him out, or else my cell phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. "Who is this ’soone’ you are so hyped about?"
"Man! Rember that woman at your ho? I an... Baby Eliam’s Nanny?" Damian asked.
"I already told you a thousand tis that I am already married, and I don’t wish to know about any woman!" I responded in a cold tone. Being tolerant was really not my thing.
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