"Here’s the contract," the man said, placing a stack of neatly organized papers in front of her. "Feel free to read through it again and sign at your own pace. I’ll step out to attend to so matters while you go over it."
"Oh, there’s no need to read it again; our legal team has already approved it," Briena replied confidently, picking up the pen to sign. She felt a surge of urgency, worried that sothing might change if she delayed.
The man nodded, maintaining his calm deanor. "Alright."
Briena signed each page where indicated, finishing with a sense of satisfaction. "I’ll prepare another copy and send it to you soon," he said. "Since you were in a hurry, I only brought one copy for now."
"No problem," Briena replied.
"Of the agreed signing fees, half would be transferred to you in soti." The man inford. "We have your bank details here already."
Briena nodded and asked.
"Shall we announce now that the contract is signed and I’m officially working with you?"
The man smiled warmly. "We’re eager to announce it. Our company will release the news shortly—possibly before you even leave the building."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Dwen," Briena said, brimming with excitent.
They enjoyed a coffee together, and the staff gave Briena a brief tour of the office. As she admired the premises, she thought, Soon, I’ll be here regularly—the top among the top.
Just as Mr. Dwen had promised, NovaFra officially announced the signing before Briena even stepped out of the building.
Outside, reporters waited eagerly, but Briena slipped into her car without pausing to speak to them, ignoring their rush toward her.
With a smirk, she said, "I won’t be talking to those ants directly anymore. I’m no ordinary person now."
Ana nodded. "You’re right, Briena. No superstar stops to chat with the paparazzi."
Just then, Briena’s cellphone rang and her eyes almost rolled at the huge amount she saw on mobile screen that was said to be deposited in her account.
"Is this the half amount?" Briena asked in a shock. "I was so much in a hurry to sign that I even forgot how much I am getting paid."
Ana looked at the screen as well and gasped in shock. "Is it like you are going to be the highest paid actor ever? I never heard anyone receiving that much of an amount."
No word could co out of Briena’s throat.
"I am sure your grandma would say nothing at all and instead feel proud of you," Ana said.
"She will realise, choosing over Natalie, was the best decision she had ever made," Briena said, "Now I will show that bicth Natalie what I truly am."
Inside Natalie’s office, Mia entered, having just returned from an important task.
"Alright, Natalie, the photoshoot went well. We’re gearing up for the full-blown advertising soon. The perfu launch will happen before your perfu competition. If ours is a hit, it’ll boost your credibility going into the competition."
Natalie looked up from her laptop, her expression thoughtful. "It could also be used against to question my credibility, so don’t get too excited. But we can probably count on so free publicity, at least."
"I’m sure you’ve already thought of a way to handle that," Mia replied. "I never doubt your foresight."
"I can’t let the company you’ve built with such hard work suffer because of certain idiots in my family," Natalie said, her tone firm.
Mia glanced at the muted TV on the wall, picking up the remote. "What’s going on now? Is this... her, crying about Victor’s insult?"
It was news about Briena officially signing the contract with NovaFra.
"Huh? Already?" Mia muttered, turning up the volu. "She’s in a rush to set herself up for a fall."
"Over desperation and impatience can be one’s doom," Natalie remarked, twirling a pen gracefully between her fingers, her gaze fixed on Briena’s face on the screen. "And my sister here is the epito of desperation and impatience."
"Couldn’t agree more," Mia replied, then glanced at Natalie thoughtfully. "You’ve always forgiven her for your grandfather’s sake. So what changed this ti? She must have done sothing extre."
"Sothing like that," Natalie said calmly. "I just want to live in peace—and that’s only possible if I leave them unable to cross my path again."
"Whatever you’re planning, count in," Mia said with a smirk.
"I know," Natalie replied.
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Briena went straight to Brown Industries, where everyone had seen the news and was thrilled to see her in person. As she walked with her head held high, people congratulated her along the way.
She headed directly to Ivan’s office, where he was imrsed in work. His company, along with the Fords, was still recovering from the setbacks they faced after his engagent to Briena. However, with the news of Briena’s contract with NovaFra, their stocks were climbing once more, bringing joy to both the Browns and the Fords.
Briena entered his office and offered him a sweet smile. Ivan, who had seen the news, rose from his chair and approached her. "Congratulations."
"That’s it?" she teased, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile.
Ivan pulled her close and kissed her, a gesture Briena returned happily. When he finally released her, she grinned. "You just kissed a superstar, you know?"
"I know," Ivan replied, smiling. "But this superstar isn’t allowed to kiss anyone else, ever."
"Are you jealous, Mr. Brown?" Briena asked, teasingly.
He tightened his embrace. "Of course I am."
"Don’t worry, I’ll avoid any such scenes in the movie," she assured him.
Little did she know that the contract she’d signed would soon challenge that promise, and she would co to regret it.
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Inside one of the offices at NovaFra.
"This is the full script of the movie, with each scene detailed thoroughly," a man said, placing a file in front of Dwen, who picked it up as another staff mber continued. "The movie opens with a scene depicting the princess’s sexual abuse with getting raped by bunch of noble . Then it goes back in ti, showing her past happiness as a princess—a glimpse of her once-joyful life, and once more it resus to her terrible life..."
Dwen glanced at the man seated next to him. "As the director, make sure everything feels realistic—all the humiliation and trauma. If necessary, make her do it for real. She is bound by the contract and won’t be able to say no to anything. By the ti we’re done filming, I want her to forget she’s even an actress. Take her character as far as possible that she would lose her mind."
"Don’t worry, Mr. Dwen," the director replied confidently. "I know how to get the performance out of her as we need it to be."
With that, the director and his colleague left the room. Dwen then picked up his phone, dialing a number. "Everything is set. All we need is your go-ahead to start."
Dwen listened to the response on the other end, nodded, and ended the call.
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