A Crazy Night Novel

“Be careful. Our efforts will be in vain the moment she starts feeling suspicious, another man warned

The one holding the camera looked grim I want being careless. She’s just way too alert

With a faint sigh, he checked the camera gallery. Every photograph contained Christina as the main subject

While going through his shots, the man’s eyes widened after he came across one image in particular Tve got a picture of her necklace!”

“That’s great. Hurry up and send it to Mr. Gibson!”

The man couldn’t contain his smile. Their employer had told them that they would be paid double as long as they took a picture containing Christina’s necklace.

Meanwhile, everyone was already gathered around a large, round table by the time Christina arrived.

She received many glares for being late.

Every seat at the table was already occupied, so the woman dragged a stool and was about to sit down when Francis patted the vacant seat next to him. “Sit over here.”

“It’s fine. I can hear everything from here.”

Christina sat behind a photographer, looking calm with a hint of austerity.

In the eyes of others, turning down Francis’ offer was an unforgivable act, but to Christina, this was nothing unusual.

An air of hostility engulfed the room in an instant.

“Let’s move on,” Francis announced.

The screenwriter snapped back to reality and continued speaking while glancing at the script, which was incomplete because she didn’t have enough knowledge of the costumes involved.

Just as she was about to turn around and ask the stylists for their opinions. Francis ended the meeting.

“That’s all for today. We’ll meet again this weekend, so do your best to finish up all your tasks,” he instructed.

After that, Christina stopped by the dressing room containing a large array of branded clothes, most of which were given to Francis through sponsorships.

The company only had a few artists now, so all its resources practically came from Francis.

Christina figured she would pick a few outfits and hand them to the screenwriter so that the latter could write the script according to the descriptions of the outfits,

Suddenly, the sound of the door closing came from behind.

“Christina, please resign,” Penelope demanded, walking in.

“I want to leave this job more than you want me to, so if you have the power to ask Francis to fire me,

“Be careful. Our efforts will be in vain the moment she starts feeling suspicious, another man warned.

the camera looked grim. I wasn’t being careless

a faint sigh, he checked the camera gallery. Every photograph contained Christina as the

he came across one image in particular. Tve got

Hurry up and send it to Mr. Gibson!”

employer had told them that they would be paid double as long

already gathered around a large, round table by

glares

the woman dragged a stool and was about to sit down. when Francis patted the vacant

I can hear everything

sat behind a photographer, looking calm

the eyes of others, turning down Francis’ offer was an unforgivable act, but to

engulfed the room in an instant.

move on,” Francis announced.

to reality and continued speaking while glancing at the script, which was incomplete because she didn’t have enough

around and ask the stylists for their opinions,

meet again this weekend, so do your best to finish up all your

containing a large array of

artists now, so all its resources practically

a few outfits and hand them to the screenwriter so that the latter could write the script according

of the door closing came from

resign,” Penelope demanded, walking in.

if you have the power to ask Francis to fire me, please do that. I’d be eternally grateful,” Christina replied nonchalantly without turning around. To her, Penelope’s antics

doing Francis makeup “Don’t you

trying to seduce Francis… Oh! I almost forgot

clouding over as she noticed

walked over, raised an arm, and swung

Slap!

appeared on Penelope’s cheek at once, and her phone fell to the floor. “Christina! How dare

them one after another. After some thought, she then reformatted

all my photos?” Penelope was

I deleted them so you wouldn’t risk getting sued by Francis.” Christina’s expression remained frosty. All the pictures had been taken while Francis

which made things look especially ambiguous.

you delete my photos?

a rabid animal, Penelope lunged at Christina, who had already read her movements and dragged the clothing rack over, causing

as Penelope began to

from outside rushed into the dressing

was merely standing upright,

were close to

you can pick on others just because Mr.

now

room.”