The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Well..." Alfred Moran, the director, could only murmur awkwardly.

Jeff Bale, the bald scriptwriter, strode up with an apologetic smile. "Actually, Ms. York rejected the parts. And she's one of the sponsors for the production, so we can't just force her.

"Yeah, Mr. Xinder," Alfred reasoned. "Just calm down, and get ready for your part today."

"Fuck off!"

Roman refused to hear a word of it, however and flung the script an assistant brought him straight at Alfred's face. "I wouldn't have taken this role if Noel wasn't involved! And now you're telling me that we don't have intimate scenes?! What am I even doing here?!"

Frank narrowed his eyes at Roman's outburst, his impression of the man hitting rock-bottom instantly.

However, Roman just happened to be seeing red and needed more people to vent.

As the production crew was busy with their respective tasks and kept their heads down so that they did not get caught, only Frank was staring his way.

Roman abruptly realized that Frank was staring his way. He strode toward Frank, pointing at Frank and snapping, "Who is he?! Who let him in here?! Who's going to take responsibility if my public image gets affected?!"

quickly tried to reason with him, smiling

production crew seemed to revolve around him, and

when Frank spoke flatly, "Your public

crew was

just say?" Roman demanded in disbelief, as if he did

him and chuckled coolly. "I said, how is your public image going to

cheeks flushed as he flew into a rage and leapt at Frank, ready to get physical. "How dare

resoundingly and sending him stumbling to

"What?!"

"How dare you!"

"You've asked for it!"

pale, and some quickly helped Roman to his

black. "Who are you?! Who allowed you

and the face of one of the Soranos'