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!”

saw Tabitha, her high heels clacking erratically as she stormed up furiously. “What do you

her, spitting venomously, “You fatherless, whore–born bastard!”

wed. If you are that forgetful,

Unexpectedly, Camila caught her wrist and pushed back. Tabitha, tipsy from the alcohol, staggered

because you’re close with Rita? See

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

lost the lead role she fought hard for, and

Tabitha shouted, losing it and lunging at Camila. “Bitch! If it weren’t for you getting Rita to blacklist me, would I be here

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