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.”

sigh,

“Stop right there!”

Camila saw Tabitha, her high heels clacking erratically as she stormed up

glared at her, spitting venomously, “You fatherless, whore–born

my mom was lawfully wed. If you are that forgetful, see a doctor, not throw tantrums here!” Camila glared back fiercely.

shoved Camila’s shoulder. Unexpectedly, Camila caught her wrist and

See how long that lasts. In her eyes, you’re just a lapdog.”

own business first. There’s someone waiting for you back in the lounge.” Camila didn’t want to linger and turned

anger. Since Rita’s bar opening, she’d lost the lead role she fought hard for, and was suddenly dropped from a reality TV show. All her gigs

weren’t for you getting Rita to blacklist me, would I

hair and yanked hard. A sharp pain shot through Camila