"Everyone, shift things carefully."
"Quickly, make so space. Bring another chair. Make sure you focus your cara on her..."
People around were hurrying up and making ’special’ preparations to accommodate . They shuffled around while I sat at the offered sofa seat, watching them work around at a modest speed.
A few nearly tripped over each other in their rush, creating a small chain of muffled curses and apologies.
Joseph stood beside , a proud smile on his face reflecting his inner thoughts. He flashed an even brighter smile when he faced . He straightened his jacket like he was presenting on a red carpet.
"Don’t worry, Madam. I made sure to have our company call the set and tell them that a V.V.I.P will be visiting today. They will provide you with the best seat in the house."
Joseph assured and I almost wanted to facepalm. His enthusiasm was impressive...just disastrously misplaced.
My initial plan had been to go undercover to try and find a natural talent. But that plan had been ruined even before I could put things into action. Everyone now knew that I was here to recruit talents for my newly ford agency.
’At least the people will put more effort into their skills now that they know I am here....’
It was wistful thinking on my part, but it did make feel a little better...for now. I crossed my legs and tried to look composed as more equipnt was dragged past .
One of the director’s assistants quickly ran over to but stopped once he noticed Joseph blocking his way before he provided with the information he was asked to give .
Joseph actually extended an arm like a bodyguard before realizing he was in the way.
"Miss, we will begin our shooting in a little while. Our director is asking if you would like to have sothing before that?"
The assistant looked eager to help out, but I just shook my head.
"No, that’s fine. You do not have to get anything. Just signal when you are ready to start shooting."
The assistant nodded before he went back. Things cald down once more after that...for only 15 minutes. Crew mbers were whispering while pretending to adjust lights.
As soon as it ca ti to start the show, there was a sudden noise around us. I noticed the tenseness in the director as his eyes widened in disbelief before he looked at and then at the door.
Chairs scraped sharply as people tried to make room for whoever had arrived.
The man rubbed his forehead before he stood up and walked toward .
"Is everything alright, director?"
I asked once the man was close enough and he let out a sigh.
"Yes, everything is alright, miss. We just have a...situation at hand. I hope you would not mind it if soone else were to join you for today in the guest stand."
The director asked and I felt alarm bells go off in my head. Soone else was here as well? Was soone foolishly trying to suppress my business before it had even taken off?
My grip tightened around my purse, ready for whatever nonsense was coming.
Before I could give the director an answer, the producer walked toward us with soone walking behind him.
The pair stiffened as soon as they noticed and I felt a hysterical grin covering my face at those familiar faces.
Rose nearly faltered mid-step, and Karl straightened like a soldier caught off guard.
"Miss Lorance, I hope you will not be too offended to have more guests. Miss Rose Harvour and Karl Hanson were originally scheduled for the next show. However, due to so complications, they need to be adjusted today. I hope you do not mind sharing the spotlight?"
The manager was sweating bullets as he told this. He looked between and the new couple who had arrived.
Rose had a determined look on her face and I could imdiately tell that it was her attempt to crush . It was admirable but useless in the end. Karl stood a step behind her, jaw clenched like he was preparing for battle.
Sigh.
’I knew that Rose did not have a sense for business, but I did not realize she was this bad. Looks like I will have to crush her to make her understand.’
"Hmm, it’s not a problem, Producer. I understand that you have your circumstances. Besides, the only people here at fault are the ones who cannot manage their schedule properly and have to inconvenience other people."
Rose got angry at my words and her eyes blazed. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from barking at . Her fingers tightened around her expensive handbag, the leather creaking faintly.
She took a calm breath before she answered .
"Oh-! Are you talking about yourself? I looked at the schedule for today, but I am sure you were not the one who was supposed to be on."
Rose spoke back, trying to corner . She looked proud and smug, as if she had proven a point by her words.
Now, it was ti to teach her a lesson.
"Hmm, but I inford the staff and officially switched my schedule with soone else so as to not inconvenience the staff. It was in agreent with everyone else. You see, unlike a ’certain soone’, I do not like to inconvenience staff and other people."
I inford Rose while also keeping an eye out for the hidden reporters on the set. They were already recording it all and I was sure it would all go live even before the show aired.
One reporter ducked behind a prop plant, completely failing to hide his cara.
"Tsk, so you want to pin all the bla on ? Are you trying to use to—"
"Rose, please. That’s enough. Director, can we get our seats now? Maybe we should sit away from Miss Lorance? That would be for the best."
Karl finally interfered, his eyes never leaving mine as he kept looking at . His stare sharpened, analyzing like he was trying to read every micro-expression.
His attention was flattering but...scary at the sa ti. The fact that he was not even blinking made think he was trying to find sothing when he looked at .
The staring was getting a little intense and I pretended to not be aware.
Finally, Rose decided she could not take any more of this, and she ended up elbowing Karl. It snapped him out of his daze and he blinked at her, finally breaking eye-contact.
"Director, I think we should position Mr. Hanson and Miss Harvour on the other side of the stage. That would make for a cool cara transition, right?"
Jason suddenly interfered, his voice all smiles but his eyes clearly telling the other two that he was not joking with his words. He casually stepped between us, blocking Karl’s line of sight like it was intentional.
The poor producer and director had no choice but to agree with him and bring out new chairs for them and place them on the other side of the stage.
Staff rushed to rearrange things yet again, barely holding back their sighs.
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