A Beauty With Multiple Masks
“Ah… Sasha… He‘s a celebrity.”
Sasha eyed the battered and bruised man in circumspect. Not one for popular culture, she failed to
recognize him.
“Hmph!” snorted Sasha. “So what if he is? Our job is to protect Ms. Moore. Never mind a star, even the
gods themselves will have to answer to us if they try to pick on her.”
“Right on! Now, watch how I bash his head in!”
Blake raised his fist and wound it up in anticipation of hammering it down upon the disoriented Jason.
“Wait!” Arielle immediately rushed forward to hold Blake back. “Don‘t be rash. Let‘s try to find out what‘s
going on first.”
“Understood,” replied Blake who continued to regard the man with wary eyes and his fists ready.
Arielle let out a sigh before she approached the wounded man. “Are you all right?”
Wrought with pain, the grimacing Jason sounded rather cranky. “The hell‘s wrong with you? Why did your
friends jump me?”
Hearing that voice jolted Arielle‘s memories.
“Aren‘t you that weirdo who intercepted me at the supermarket?”
“Yes! That‘s me!” In the next second, Jason was seen stomping his foot. “Whatever do you mean by
weirdo? How am I weird at all?”
Arielle looked down at the mask and shades left on the ground in the aftermath of the walloping Blake
handed out and nodded her head in earnest. “You are kind of strange, you know. Why are you all
covered up like that on such a hot day?”
“That‘s because I‘m too famous and afraid that I‘ll be recognized by my fans! How was I to know that you
and your friends would decide to hit me on sight? l–Is my face okay?”
Jason frantically pulled out a mirror from his bag and became hysterical once more after he inspected his
badly bruised face in it.
That reminded Arielle of how Jason got swamped for photos after he showed his face at the supermarket
the last time.
“Although I shouldn‘t have hit you, it‘s you who spooked me first, so you can‘t blame it all on us. That
being said, I‘m willing to cover your medical expenses.”
Jason scrutinized his own visage carefully for any potential signs of disfigurement. He seemed to have
calmed down slightly afterward before he regarded Arielle. “I don‘t want your money.”
“Then what is it that you want?”
“Your contact number.”
“Huh?” Arielle asked warily, “What do you want that for?”
Jason‘s back stiffened and he hastened to explain himself. “Don‘t be mistaken! I‘m not trying to hit on
you. Actually, I‘ve been asked to approach you by a director for a production that I‘m currently involved
in.“
Jason fished out a file from his bag as he spoke and proudly extended it to Arielle. “Here‘s the script Go
on and have a look at it.”
Arielle did not accept the document from him but recognized the name of the director written on the
cover. It was Sam Sleight.
“So, it was Mr. Sleight who asked you to come to me.” Arielle exhaled before she continued, “I‘ve
already turned him down before. Haven‘t he found anyone else to play the female lead?”
“Nope. I‘m currently the male lead for this film. Aren‘t you a fan of mine? Now, you can seriously
reconsider this offer.”
Arielle was flabbergasted. “Since when was I a fan of yours?”
“Oh, stop pretending. Playing hard to get isn‘t going to work twice,” said Jason while he shoved his name
card into her hands. “My number’s in there, so call me whenever you‘ve decided. Chances like this aren‘t
going to come by again, so I‘m going to give you three days to think about it. Give me an answer before
then.”
Jason picked up the mask and shades and put them back before he bounded off, giving Arielle no time
whatsoever to respond.
“Hey! Wait!”
She wanted to give chase but Jason had already scooted out of sight.
Blake was intrigued when he came up alongside her. “So, Arielle. You‘re a fan of his?”
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