"Without further delay, we will begin the show."
The director told us all and the cara started to roll. One of the caras recorded and the other one recorded Rose. The main one was centered around the stage where the contestants were welcod.
I kept an eye out for talented individuals who could keep a steady head as well as have good judgnt skills. But the first few contestants kept being over-the-top and leaning more to favor Rose.
"Miss, should we do sothing about it? At this rate, our presence will not make a difference on this show and Miss Rose will grab all the attention."
Jason asked as he watched the contestants pay attention to Rose. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if afraid soone might overhear, even though the set noise drowned everything out.
Harvour Industries had a successful and well-established branch in the business sector and they had a lot of famous nas under them as well. I had worked hard to make that business successful.
But because I worked on it, I knew too many skeletons in the closet that could make it collapse anyti.
Before that, I needed to find so talents of my own who could fill the void that the collapse would cause. As for the candidates not paying attention to ?
"Don’t worry about it. I specifically asked the director to put the contestants like this. I want the first few candidates to favor Rose and try to impress her. That way, she will be in a good mood and not pay too much attention later."
"Besides, anyone who’s serious about this industry would realize who is offering them a better deal."
Harvour Industries might be a well-established business, but it also had limited resources that it would likely use to promote its well-known actors. Those who enter at the bottom will have to fight hard for any scraps.
On the other hand, not only was my business new and filled with resources up for grabs, it was also being backed by Damian Black and NYC Entertainnt. Such a combination was a dream co true for anyone.
’Don’t worry, Rose. You can be happy all you want...for now. Let your guard down so that I can drag you down.’
I crossed one leg over the other, feigning ease while anticipation thrumd under my skin.
Jason suddenly looked at in a new light and his worry ebbed a little.
"Miss, please remind to never get on your bad side. I don’t think I want to ever experience your mind gas."
He told as he pretended to shiver and I pretended not to notice how he was observing all the ti. His eyes lingered a second too long, as if he was trying to figure out what other traps I’d laid.
Instead, we both paid attention to what was going on. Things were about to get very interesting pretty soon.
As soon as the next contestant stepped up, I noticed his eyes looking toward first. He was paying attention to now.
’Now, it’s ti for the real show to begin.’
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Rose pov.
’Tsk, to think I would have to share the stage with Damian’s mistress of all people. This should have never happened in the first place. The director should have kicked her out and kept as the only guest for today.’
I felt annoyed by how things were going. The director was a fool, likely being intimidated by Damian Black’s na, but the one he needed to be afraid of was .
’I am going to ruin this director and producer’s whole career once this show is over. They will never find work again.’
Harvour Industries would make sure of that on my behalf. But for now, I had a show to judge and the current perforr bowed before as soon as she finished her performance.
Truthfully, I had not paid attention to her diocre performance, but I still needed to speak because the cara was on and it was a good way to grab public attention.
"You are a good actress. Ah, why don’t you co to work for our label? We will surely love to have a talent like you."
My words were insincere in heart, but my tone did not reflect that. It made the female contestant on the stage flush.
"Miss Rose, I am flattered by your attention."
Her performance was nothing remarkable, but she had a good head on her shoulders at least to know that she needed to choose .
’Jenna, I will take everything here— all the talent, all the attention and all of your future prospects. You can try and step in the entertainnt business all you want, but without any talent, you are done for.’
My plan was simple— show up and give people a chance to enter her label. Any sensible person would choose her for sure. And the first few people were proving her point quite well.
’I knew this would happen. Now, show that angry and sour face of yours, Jenna.’
The satisfaction that would bring would be imnse...
’Huh—! What is with that smile? What do you have to smile for? I will show you—’
"Karl, what do you say we offer all the people here a chance to beco stars—"
I started to ask when Karl’s grip tightened on the armchair. His eyes were glued to Jenna on the other side...
His jaw clenched hard, the tendons showing as if he was holding back sothing he shouldn’t feel.
It made my insides burn to have his attention on soone else, but I did not even get to pay attention for long because the next contestant entered.
I got ready to invite him to my side once he was done with his performance, but the contestant did not turn toward .
Instead, he turned toward Jenna and dedicated his performance to her.
A flash of humiliation stabbed in my heart as I looked at this happening. My fingers curled around the microphone, nails biting into the foam.
’W-What is going on—! How is that...’
I wanted to question but my throat felt dry. Things were starting to spiral out of my control here and I knew I needed to get them back on track.
"You are excellent. What do you say about coming over to my label?"
I quickly asked the kid before Jenna could offer him a place by her side. Jenna’s soft smile looked back at and I felt annoyed.
But my attention was on the kid in front of ...who just smiled before shaking his head.
"I would...actually prefer to go to Miss Jenna’s label. I just feel like I would fit in there better."
And just like that...I had been rejected by a no-nad nobody.
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