A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 63

After using the restroom, Camila walked past an open door of a private lounge and overheard a familiar name. “Tabitha, you really can’t hold your liquor.”

Camila paused, peering into the lounge.

Inside, the girls were all dolled up, each dress shorter than the last, some familiar faces from celebrity circles visible among them. Tabitha was in a plunging tank top, uncomfortably embraced by a portly man.

“Mr. Smith, I’m just going to the restroom. I’ll be back to drink with you soon.”

Camila frowned slightly.

The life of a celebrity seemed glamorous, with their multimillion–dollar roles easily gained.

However, the price for a woman to succeed in this industry was steep. Camila once read an interview where a director boasted about the power to make or break careers daily, with eager actresses vying for his “favor.”

soft sigh, Camila

“Stop right there!”

erratically as she stormed up furiously. “What do you want?”

her, spitting venomously, “You

If you

Camila’s shoulder. Unexpectedly, Camila caught her wrist and pushed back. Tabitha, tipsy

special because you’re close with Rita? See how long that lasts. In her eyes, you’re

your own business first. There’s someone waiting for you back in

she’d lost the lead role she fought hard for, and was suddenly dropped from a reality TV show. All her gigs vanished overnight,

at Camila. “Bitch! If it weren’t for you getting Rita to blacklist me, would I be here entertaining

grabbed Camila’s hair and yanked hard. A sharp pain shot through Camila who, in reflex, twisted around,