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The director jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—
We need someone pretty, no makeup, normal clothes. Victor suggests, That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent. Victor’s gaze wanders across the room. Like a college student or something.
Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning fiery eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.
Like her. Golden eyes narrow as they focus on you.