Chapter 6

In just one night, Cindy called me over 30 times. I looked at the number of missed calls and felt a little like laughing. If she was so desperate to save Stacy, why wasn't she doing anything herself? It couldn't be hard for her to stop her best friend from doing something stupid, right? Well, it didn't matter. In this life, I would only be an onlooker. Stacy would make her own choices, and I would give her a taste of what it felt like to leave everything. Without even realizing it, I'd clenched my fists tightly. I thought I could think of this matter calmly. … After having breakfast, I saw Stacy and Luca return to campus arm in arm, looking happy and satiated. It was obvious they'd spent the night outside. Stacy's hair was a little messed up, and her clothes were the same as before. I couldn't help sneering to myself. Joyview Grand Hotel, huh? Luca had just been to the same hotel with that other woman yesterday. For all I knew, he'd brought Stacy to the same hotel room he'd shared with that woman. It was disgusting. Stacy and Luca saw me. The latter averted his gaze, looking shifty, but the former glared at me. She clung to Luca and whispered something into his ear. Then, he pulled her away to take another path. I couldn't help chuckling at that. I was fine with anything as long as they left me alone. As for how far they'd gone and how they'd done it, that was their business. It had nothing to do with me. I left campus and headed to my company. The scripts were pretty much edited by now, and it was time to audition the actors. Things were right on schedule. Among the actors that came for auditions today, there was a young woman who looked particularly obedient. "Hi, I'm Makayla Gray. You can call me Kiki." "You've already read the script, right?" "Yes, I have." She looked down as she spoke; she had a demure appearance. "Let's start the audition, then." I nodded at the director. Judging from the look on his face, he was pleased with Makayla. The audition didn't take long. The short film was about a typical school romance. Makayla's performance was less than five minutes long, but it was enough to make everyone applaud for her. "That was great! Her face is the perfect fit for the role of the main character's first love!" I said. Even the scriptwriter couldn't help exclaiming that Makayla's appearance fit with his imagination of what the character would look like. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me. Just then, the director approached me and said, "Should we just go with her? I can arrange for us to have dinner tonight. We can have a few drinks, too." I caught his drift. When it came to the entertainment industry, many people fell victim to unspoken rules and under-the-table agreements. This was especially true for rookies like Makayla. If she wanted to climb the ladder, she couldn't skip this dinner. As for what would happen after the dinner, that was dependent on what I wanted. I shook my head and said, "No, that won't be necessary. Just give her the contract." The director was taken aback. He looked at me in disbelief. "So, you don't need me to arrange anything?"