Chapter 45
When Quintessa heard the name “Mr. York“, a shiver of annoyance ran down her spine. She spun around, and sure enough, it was that jerk, Tyrone.
Still looking all high and mighty with that aloof, stunning face, acting like no one could ever catch his eye. Quintessa scoffed inwardly.
She knew this shoot wouldn’t go smoothly. Tyrone wasn’t someone to let things go easily. He nodded curtly, his face devoid of the smile he had last time they met.
His lackey, James, quickly added, “Mr. York just happened to be around on business, heard you were here for the costume shoot, and thought he’d drop by!” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
The movie was backed by the York Financial Group, and this studio belonged to one of their entertainment subsidiaries. Director Cooper didn’t think much of it.
Quintessa pursed her lips. Just happened to be around, what a freaking coincidence.
Director Cooper said, “Well, we’re almost done, just the couple shots left. Should bet wrapped up in an hour or so.”
Tyrone’s gaze landed on Quintessa, who stood behind Director Cooper, his eyes narrowing, “Carry on.”
Quintessa was clad in an elegant, off–the–shoulder, deep purple gown, her makeup. exquisite and her lips curled into a mocking smile that screamed both sexy and frosty.
Standing next to Tyrone, James could sense his mood was off. One look at Quintessa’s dress, and he instantly understood why.
Director Cooper turned to the young actor, Reuben, and said, “Alright, let’s keep going. Reuben, make sure to bring your A-game this time.”
The photographer had them change positions. They stood side by side, with Reuben behind Quintessa, her back against his chest, very close, his arms encircling her waist.
Quintessa felt Reuben tense up and asked, “Still nervous?”
“I’m okay.”
“Relax, you’ll get used to it. Just pretend I’m a pillow when you hold me.”
“Thanks. I’ll try.”
Quintessa could feel a piercing glare on her, and without looking, she knew who it was.
She didn’t turn her head, pretending not to notice. She was thinking of ways to handle Tyrone.
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Tyrone was staring intently at the hand on Quintessa’s waist, the animosity building in him. He glanced sideways at James.
James shivered, teeth gritted, and approached Director Cooper, “Director Cooper, do you have a minute?”
Director Cooper blinked, “Sure.”
They talked off to the side for about half a minute. When they returned, Director Cooper couldn’t bring herself to look at Tyrone, and her gaze towards Quintessa turned complicated.
Director Cooper interrupted the shoot, “Reuben is not loosening up, and the shots aren’t turning out well.”
The photographer interjected, “Director Cooper, he’s actually doing quite…”
Before he could finish, Director Cooper cut in, “I don’t think we need to force the intimate shots. Let’s just get a chair and do a set with props.”
The photographer said, “Director Cooper.”
“Just do as I say.”
Soon, they brought in a chair, and they shot a few standard photos with no close contact, not even sitting close enough to touch.
With the shoot done, Tyrone still lingered. Quintessa acted as if he wasn’t there and thanked the crew, “Thanks, everyone. Great job today.”
Manny quickly draped a coat over Quintessa’s shoulders. She said to the director, “Director Cooper, I’m going to get changed.”
Director Cooper opened her mouth to speak, but Quintessa was already on her way out.
Looking troubled, Director Cooper turned to Tyrone, “Mr. York.”
Tyrone stalked off without a word, leaving James to quickly say, “Director Cooper, we appreciate your hard work.”