Let Me Stay The Night

“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.

grim. I wasn’t being careless She’s just way too alert

gallery. Every

across one image in particular. Tve got a picture of her

Hurry up and send it

smile. Their employer had told them that they would be paid double as long as they took a picture

large, round table by the time Christina

glares for

and was about to

fine. I can hear everything

a photographer, looking calm with a hint

others, turning down Francis’ offer was an unforgivable

engulfed the room in

on,”

the script, which

she was about to turn around and ask the

again this weekend, so do your best to finish up

a large array of branded clothes, most of

so all its resources practically came from

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

the door closing came

resign,” Penelope

leave this job more than you want me to, so 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 were nothing more

some pictures of Christina doing Francis makeup

I’ll spread some rumors of you trying to seduce Francis… Oh! I almost forgot that you have kids. What would they say if they saw these pictures?

photos, her expression clouding over as she noticed how every photo had

then walked over, raised an arm, and swung

Slap!

red mark appeared on Penelope’s cheek at once, and her phone fell to the

picked up the device, went through every photo inside it, and deleted them one after another. After some thought, she then reformatted every

delete all my photos?” Penelope

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

images were of him topless, which made things

How dare you delete my photos? I’ll kill

lunged at Christina, who had already read her movements and dragged the clothing rack over, causing the former to trip

the floor as Penelope began to wail in pain. It was a pitiful sight.

commotion from outside rushed

the way Penelope had a face full of blood and Christina was merely standing upright,

to Penelope targeted Christina right away.

can pick on others

selfish, Christina! Apologize to Penelope right now before you

room.”