Feeling utterly grumpy, Guinevere flung her phone off to a corner.
Her assistant was nearby, and when he heard the racket, he quickly sprang to his feet in panic, worried
that Guinevere was upset about his work performance. “What’s the matter, Miss Cohen?”
If it had been any other day, Guinevere would have thought nothing of her assistant’s overreaction.
However, it was a complete eyesore for her right now.
What was with that look? Was he worried that she was going to kill him? Was she really that
intimidating?
Guinevere never thought highly of her assistant before, but now, she was upset, especially with Ella’s
assistant serving as a stark contrast nearby.
Had she been unfair to these people? Why were they all acting so afraid of her?! “It’s nothing. Mind your
own business!”
Even as those frustrating thoughts clouded her mind, she sprang to her feet and stormed off without
looking back.
Her assistant was left behind, turning pale and unsure as to how he had angered her this time. He traded
glances with the other assistant, unsure of what he should say just then.
***
Meanwhile, back at the film set, Stella leapt off the cliff directly, and it was finally a good shot. “Cut!”
Bradley yelled, and she promptly dropped limply on the ground.
Seeing that, Bradley promptly ran up to her and helped her up, while medical personnel at the set also
encircled Stella.
“Are you alright?” Bradley asked.
Stella nodded. “Just a little tired.”
She was smiling as she spoke — despite being battered and bruised, she told them to relax, and not to
worry about her.
Bradley naturally felt a little guilty right then. Pausing for a moment, he then said, “You should take a
break over the next few days. I’ll arrange for some extras to take over your parts … Your health takes
priority-you must not push yourself.”
“I’m fine,” Stella insisted. “I just need a small break since I’m not hurt. The doctors said that it’s just cuts
and bruises. Moreover, we’re shooting a period drama-no one would spot a thing under these dresses!”
Bradley could not resist a chuckle. “Honestly, how naive could you be? Smiling even after you’ve been
put through the grinder?”
“Why not?” Stella replied. “It took me great lengths to clear this sequence. Of course I can smile—I’ll
only cry if I keep messing it up.” Bradely smiled begrudging and sighed at the sight of her face, which
was caked with dirt.” You’re really…” He could not find the right words to describe Stella, however, and
so simply said, “Anyway, your goal for the day is done. Now go and take a well deserved rest.”
“Got it.”
***
Meanwhile, Guinevere was still sulking in her private room at the backstage lounge. Some of the film
crew were standing outside the door, afraid to go in.
They had no idea what put her in a bad mood out of nowhere. Moreover, Ella had succeeded with her
sequence and they could now film the rest.
So, what had got her goat now?
Naturally, after settling the matter with Stella, Bradley was told that Guinevere was throwing a fit.
Scowling, he asked, “Where is she now?”
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