So no, she decided, she wasn’t Ms. Wood. She hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, Catherine was the one who had provoked her time and again. Catherine was the villain.
Having convinced herself, Jessica took a deep breath. “I’m going to bed. You should get some sleep too.”
George nodded.
Jessica hurried up the stairs, then paused on the second-floor landing and leaned over the railing. “George, good night!”
He looked up, a light dancing in his eyes. “Good night,” he said, his voice low.
She smiled and disappeared into her room.
George’s gaze lingered on the empty space for a moment before shifting to the door. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.
Good night.
…
Jessica and Rebecca had chosen a script for their first short-form drama and were now in the process of casting. Rebecca had tentatively reached out to Patrick George’s company. Without any fuss, they had sent over a young director and his entire team.
That evening, the director held marathon auditions, and Rebecca dragged Jessica along to observe.
“Watch and learn,” Rebecca whispered.
Jessica nodded.
Since it was a low-budget, quick-turnaround production, most of the people auditioning were amateurs or recent graduates from arts schools. The result was a chaotic, often cringeworthy, parade of talentless hopefuls.
“What does he do for a living?” the director asked with a fawning smile.
“He’s a bodyguard.”
A bodyguard? He certainly didn’t look like one.
The director’s smile widened. “Ms. Brown, these two kids just aren’t delivering the performance we need. But your friend… the moment he stood here, he had the presence of a CEO. Do you think he would be willing to coach our male lead?”
Jessica was taken aback.
“This is StreamSphere’s first drama,” the director pressed. “I’m sure you want every detail to be perfect. If we can produce a hit, you’ll attract better scripts and more famous actors. A success would also give me more influence at my company. It’s a win-win. The market for these shorts is wide open right now, and the money is fast. We have to position ourselves at the forefront.”
“Let me ask him,” Jessica said. “But if he says no, that’s the end of it.”

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