Regret Came Too Late

Simon was nearly about to explode from frustration. And then it hit him. Since the first night they met, he had never once mentioned his name or even hinted at his real identity. What was worse? She had never even asked.

Seething, he fired off a text. "Do you even know who I am?"

But right after sending it, he thought better of it and deleted the message. It was way too weak.

No. He needed her to know exactly who she had brushed off. There was no way they'd never run into each other again. He retyped the message, this time sharper. "Fine. You think you're so special? You're nothing amazing."

He hit send and let out a long breath. He felt a little better as he waited for a reply. But again, there was no response at all, only total silence.

Simon almost lost it right there. He started wondering if this was some reverse psychology trick. If it was, well, he had to admit that it was working. He had never been treated like this in his life.

Meanwhile, Yasmine saw the newest message and was completely unfazed. She blocked Simon's number without hesitation. There was no use dragging things out if it was already over.

She refocused on the small team of scriptwriters gathered around her, her expression crisp and no-nonsense.

"Rewrite this plot point. The audience is tired of the delicate sweetheart character. Tastes have changed. They want something that flips expectations now."

the stack of scripts, thought for a

driving home at that moment. She had just texted Ed, telling him to wait

phone rang and she saw Yasmine's name, she answered immediately, smiling. "Hey, Yasmine,

got a few new scripts," Yasmine said. "They're still being adjusted, but they're

projected to pull in at least 60 million dollars. And now, Yasmine was

Thanks," Grace said without hesitation. "I

it,"

parking lot. She pushed open her front door, but the entire house was silent. At first,

noise,

voice answered back, low and

were drawn, making the room dim and shadowy. She sat down on the edge of the bed,

out, finding his wrist by

in a warm voice. "Sorry, I've been ignoring you lately.

wrist, fastening it carefully. Then, she up and headed