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 She’s just way too

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

his shots, the man’s eyes widened after he came across one image in particular. Tve got a picture

and send

told them that they would

already gathered around a large, round table

many glares for

and was about to sit down. when Francis patted the vacant seat next to

can hear

sat behind a photographer, looking calm with

was an unforgivable act, but to Christina,

air of hostility engulfed the

on,” Francis announced.

speaking while glancing at the script, which was incomplete

ask the stylists for their opinions, Francis ended

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

Christina stopped by the dressing room containing a large array of branded

only had a few artists now, so all its resources practically came

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

door closing came

Penelope demanded, walking in.

you want me to, so if you have the power to ask Francis to fire me, please do that. I’d

some pictures of Christina doing Francis makeup “Don’t you think fans

rumors of you trying to seduce Francis… Oh! I almost forgot that you

glanced at the photos, her expression clouding over as she noticed how every

walked over, raised an arm,

Slap!

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

After some thought, she then reformatted every image on

all my photos?” Penelope was so

secretly. 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 was working.

of him topless, which made things

b*tch! How dare you delete my photos? I’ll

read her movements and dragged the clothing rack over, causing the former to trip

on the floor as Penelope began to

commotion from

a face full of blood and Christina was merely standing upright, those who didn’t know better would automatically assume that Penelope was the victim.

to Penelope targeted

think you can pick on

to Penelope right now before you think

room.”