Third person’s point of view.
*YUMMY KISS PRODUCTION HOUSE – CEO’S OFFICE**
“… do you understand?” Ferguson asked Alfred, who’s staring right back at him with a confused expression.
His (Alfred’s) boss has just explained how he wanted the audition to be like, and he (Alfred) couldn’t help but wonder if his new boss is in his right mind.
“Alfred?”
“Yes, sir, I understand everything” he answered, then blinked a few times. “But I have a doubt…”
He trailed off, not sure if he should voice out his doubt, but Ferguson lifted his left eyebrow as he silently urged him to continue.
“I believe most of these candidates must have done some research about the ceo of Yummy Kiss Production, and I’m afraid you’ll be recognized or taken advantage of”
Ferguson shook his head. “I’ll be wearing a mask” he replied, then opened his drawer and pulled out a small box. “So, no one would know it’s me”
“It’s all good then” Alfred said.
Just at that moment, a knocked sounded from the door.
“Come in” Ferguson invited in whoever it was.
The door pushed open, revealing Tim. “I have called and informed her, Mr. Alfonso” he reported.
Ferguson’s brows furrowed, but Tim understood and quickly clarified the air.
“You sounded like you want her…” he pointed at Stella McCartney’s photo laying on the desk, but he quickly corrected himself. “… you wanted them to be here as soon as possible, so I thought sending an email would delay things, and hence calling is the quickest way to get the news across”
An excited smirk subconsciously crept up his (Ferguson’s) face, but disappeared almost immediately, as though it were never even there when he remembered he wasn’t alone.
He cleared his throat, loosened his tie that was already loosed enough, adjusted himself on his chair and leaned back comfortably.
“Great” he cleared his throat again. “You’re both excused” he said, looking between the two of them (Tim and Alfred).
“Yes, sir” they both said simultaneously and exited the office immediately.
Rob cleared his throat to get Ferguson’s attention.
“Sir, are you doing this because you miss her?” he asked.
“I don’t miss her, but you can say my d**k misses her p*ssy”
Rob wanted to push further, but one look from Ferguson shut him up, and he excused himself from the office.
•••••
Stella’s point of view.
I did a twirl in front of my full-length mirror, nodding in approval at the outfit I’ve decided to wear; a black, skin-tight, off-shoulder gown, that stops at a few inches away from my butts.
Then wore a pair of black suede laced up thigh high boots to compliment it.
“It’s perfect but…” I trailed off.
I felt like there’s something missing, but I don’t seem to know what it was. At that moment, my door swung open making me turn thinking it was Jimmy that’s just barged in, but I calmed down when I realized it’s Meg.
That’s when I remembered I heard Jimmy telling me he’s leaving, earlier.
“What’s the time?” were the words that left my mouth because seeing her at home means only one thing -06:00pm.
“I was given the rest of the day off” she answered as she tiredly walked towards my bed, no, she limped.
I quickly rushed to her side and helped her sit down, then squatted and reached for her leg.
“What’s wrong?” I asked while examining it.
“I tripped and sprained my ankle”
“Ouch” I hissed as if I’m the one in pain. “You’re going to be fine, darling” I got up. “I should go get some ice”
“No”
“No?” I raised my brows, wondering if she’s just scared of the pain, or if there’s another story behind.
“My boss has already taken care of it, and that’s why I was given the rest of the day off” she explained.
I was right, there’s truly another story to it. I wagged my brows teasingly at her, and she opened her mouth to defend herself, but stopped when she finally took in my outfit.
“Darling, you’re looking so hot” she whistled.
I stepped back a bit, and did a twirl for her.
“How do I look?” I asked.
“You’re as perfect as f**k!” she exclaimed.
“Good” I walked back to the mirror. “I’m going for an interview at Yummy Kiss Production”
“Huh?” she made to get up, but I stopped her with a warning glare. “When did you apply?” she asked.
Right, she wasn’t aware that I’ve submitted my application yet.
“I’ll fill you in when I get back” I replied. “Should I let down my hair? Or just leave it up?”
“Let it down”
I quickly let down my hair, and reached for my hair stretcher.
“Oh, you might want to wear an overcoat” I raised my brows and she continued. “You’re perfect, but walking down the streets dressed like this gives off that sl*tty vibes”
I bitten my lower lip and nodded in agreement…I don’t want to be a bad impact on the society, I mean, kids are copycats…some kids might want to dress like me, not knowing it’s not appropriate.
“Thank God you came back at the right time” I rushed towards my closet. “I guess this is the ‘but’ I was looking for”
I reached for a black overcoat, and wore it.
“Perfect” I rushed back to her and kissed her cheeks. “I’ll be back soon”
“Break a leg” she called after me as I exited the room.
•••••••
*YUMMY KISS PRODUCTION HOUSE**
I stared at the tall building in front of me, my mind flashing back to my previous auditions, and I couldn’t help but feel sad.
Honestly, I don’t like what I’m feeling right now…I’m feeling like a loser, like a student who kept failing at a particular subject.
I decided to push that feeling away, built up my confidence and walked into the building.
A smile appeared on my face when the receptionist waved at me…she didn’t try to stop me because she already knows why I’m here.
I walked straight to the elevator. Luckily, a man was coming out, so I entered and pressed the 24th floor button -that’s where the interview would be taking place.
It was a short ride, and I soon arrived at the floor.
I stepped out of the elevator, and frowned when I saw empty chairs…I mean, today’s the audition and these chairs should’ve been occupied by candidates…what is f**king going on?
Wait, maybe I arrived earlier. Great, my chances of passing this time is very high.
As if he’s been watching me with a camera, Tim came out from the only office on this floor, and approached me.
“Hello, I’m Timothy, but you can call me Tim” he introduced himself.
I mentally rolled my eyes at him, he must have a poor memory or what else can explain him not recognizing me single every time I’m here for an interview.
“Hello, Tim, I’m Stella” I reintroduced myself.
He nodded. “Are you here for the audition?” he asked.
“Oh, yes”
He looked towards the empty chairs.
“Tardiness is not accepted here, that’s a big red flag here”
I guess he’s referring to the other candidates.
“Please, come with me for your interview” he said, ushering me in.
••••••
“So, from a scale of one to ten, how good are your acting skills?” he asked, his eyes were still scanning my body in a perverted manner -gosh, how I wish to punch him right now.
Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. Tim is not a gentleman, he’s a pervert and f**ks almost every girl who comes for interview, giving them fake reassurance of getting a spot here.
“10” I answered his question.
His head snapped up, his eyes bulged out, and he stared unbelievably at me for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“10?” I nodded. “Aren’t you being overconfident here? I mean, there are plenty of talents in this batch”
I rolled my eyes mentally. “10 is the number” I said firmly.
“You…”
“I’ve got a pro max s*x teacher”
His jaw dropped, and his mouth hung open.
“You’ve successfully spiked up my curiosity, I want to see just how skillful you are”
I nodded.
“Good. When should we start the audition?”