Chapter 201 The Unexpected Spotlight
Kendrick rubbed his temples, too exhausted to listen to Derrick’s rambling.
“Alright, I’ve got the documents and understand the situation. Co do your thing, I’ll call if I need you.”
“Got it. Talk later, Mr. Kendrick
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Hanging up, Kendrick double–checked that nothing was missed, then flopped back onto the bed, yanking the covers over his head Sleep was calling.
Freya arrived at the filming location to find her accommodations already arranged. She exhaled in relief.
At least this production had a decent budget. Smaller projects often forced staff to pay for their own lodging, so not having to open my wallet
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She headed straight to the hotel, unpacking and settling in. Barring any surprises, she’d be here for a while–might as well make it comfortable.
evening, the crew gathered for their first official meet–up. Directors, producers, and lead actors filled multiple tables. Normally, an assistant screenwriter like Freya would be lucky to snag a seat at the third table. Yet tonight, she found herself at the main table beside the head writer.
The first table was massive, packed with key players–assistant directors, production managers, the producer, and lead actors. Freya sat sandwiched between Daniel, the head writer, and a stranger, her discomfort carefully masked.
Daniel had sized her up the moment she walked in.
Assistant screenwriters are usually forgettable–either hopeful talents shadowing me, emergency backups, or ghostwriters foisted on me by studios. But this morning, Zane’s call changed my expectations. He said that this one’s different. Teach her if I want, but don’t piss her off
Zane and I went way back, and such warnings are rare. I’d planned to ignore another nepotism hire, but Zane quickly clarified that she’s the model’s author. Earned her spot. And keep her background quiet.
That piqued my interest. I’d read the source material–it was good. But the woman b before me didn’t match my mental image. I’d expected someone older, not this striking young writer.
Then when they sat together, Daniel kept his thoughts to himself, though.
I don’t know about her background, but talent is talent. If she had it, I wouldn’t mind guiding her
Freya scrolled through her phone, waiting for the director’s introductory speech, when the man beside her leaned in.
“Haven’t seen you around before. What’s your role?”
The stranger–Thomas Langford, the supporting actor who’d made Kendrick frown–didn’t bother introducing himself. In his mind, his fame preceded him. Anyone in the industry would recognize him, especially in Zane’s team.
Besides, after getting to the team, Zane will send the name list to important crews. So even if the crew doesn’t recognize the actors, they will at least know the basic info about the actors. I one of the lead actors also, of course the others will know about me.
Now Freya’s lack of reaction intrigued him.
Either she came from sour incredible background or was playing hard to get my attention.
Thomas bet on the former–her poise screamed privilege. If she was some tycoon’s daughter, getting close could open doors. Even if romance fizzled, the connection might pay off later.
And if she is feigning indifference? Well, her looks make the chase worthwhile.
Little did he know, his assumptions were dead wrong.
Zane had initially overlooked Freya’s position–assistant screenwriters rarely warranted his attention. But after Kendrick’s call he’d ordered a crew list sent to her.
Fate intervened at the last second. Just before the email went out, Kendrick called Zane himself–demanding the list.
