or-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The walls were painted a warm, rich gray, and the carpet was a deep,

es scanning the documents laid out before him. His jet-black hair was perfectly coiffed,

compared to their previous monthly revenue," Colin said, his voice filled with a hint of admiration for his boss's strategic thinking. The t

sound like a pronouncement of great import. He was impressed, or so it seeme

e growled, his voice like a rusty gate, referring

ck and secretary, shook

furrowed in a scowl that would ha

by then, we'll be seeing her in court." Colin ventured, try

ous mastermind. "Three days, you say? Isn't that a tad... generous?" His deep voice dripped with sarcasm, mak

ide such money instantly," Colin added h

ing the cat-and-mouse game a bit too much. His eyes suddenly snapped into focus, his mind racing with a new, devious thought. He sat up straight, his chair creaking in protest, as he barked out

, sir" expression. But then, a glimmer of mischief sparked in h

smissive, his hand waving in a "don't

new you'd say that, but I'm going to ask anyway." He took another step backw

nt of curiosity and a dash of courage, "are y

t he was paying extra attention to the little woman was an affront to his masculinity. "Are you out of your mind? Me? E

im with all the conviction of a guilty puppy. He knew that if he didn't intervene, Gerald could go on a

on't forget the charity fundraiser you're to attend this evening, s

should I bother attending a social gathering disguised as a fundraiser, where those leeches called celebrities will no doubt rub

. And they've specifically requested your presence. You know, to add a touch of yo

usiness acumen? Ha! They just want my money, Colin. And I'm

sir. I'll just call and inform them you won't

in his tracks. "Just leave it, Colin. Since they're so d

f heart. "Ah, sir? Are you sure that's a good idea? You k

l be fine. I'll just go, make a few appearan

is boss when he got like this. "Very well, sir. I

what kind of chaos Gerald would unleash at the fundr

*

ugh the bustling hallways, where harried workers scurried about, tending to the demands of other A-list celebrities on the compa

that seemed to glow with an aura of efficiency. Jojo rapped tw

e CEO, Mr. Mark, a bespectacled man with a kind face, sat behind his desk, his phone pressed t

otos of the agency's most prized clients, including Binnie, the film sensation who was currently the app

jo, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Jojo, how are you?" he a

ion morphing into concern. "What happened to your chee

tle as she grazed the tender skin. "I got this while a

cally. "Ah, I see. Well, Binnie is done filming, so good job on th

s he prepared to leave, but Jojo's n

her voice low and mysterious

ace. "The day for what?" he asked, hi

ear as she awaited the new contract she had been promised. She had been counting down

f confusion and recollection. "Ah, that," he said, his voice la

h anticipation. "When am I to sign the new contract?"

g Jojo's dreams into a million pieces. "There's no new contra

se of cards. "What do you mean by that?" she asked

my contract as a double expires, I can start working as myself, and you promised to offer me a cont

dition. He had convinced her, with his silver tongue and promises of stardom, to work as a double for Binnie,

weight of his own guilt. "Yes, I promised you, Jojo, but it's a

ouble, don't get greedy," he added,

e repeated, as if the word was a poison she couldn't swallow. "You're

ice. "Actually, I knew you've always been jealous of Binnie," he said, his voice

t her sides. "Jealous of Binnie?" she spat, her voi

dripping with sarcasm. "I'll prepare another contract for you if you still agree to be Binnie's double. And if you d

this your plan all along?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "To keep using

"Using you?" he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You should be thankful

honor?" she repeated, her words laced with venom. "You call this a

hought because I wanted you to make a debut," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But

ing with the implications. "Flushed out?" sh

be a waste to let it go to waste," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "That's why I'm givin

over. Her voice cracked as she asked, "If this was your plan, why did you make that pr

get my hopes high?" The tears she had been trying to ho

outburst. His eyes widened in surprise, as

faced Mr. Mark, her eyes blazing with a newfound resolve. "I don't want to keep worki

as he realized Jojo was serious. She was no longer t

promise, a threat. And with that, she turned to leave,

eyes watching them with an unnerving intensity. Jojo's heart skipped a beat as sh

on of engaging with her, not after the revelation that had just occurred. But Binnie's voice cal

d, her voice like

ed at Binnie. "What?" she asked, her tone firm.

distance. She extended an envelope, her hand held out like an offerin

d racing with questions. "What's that?" s

eard that Director Zic would be present. You've always wanted to work with

ing for hidden motives. "Why are you giving this

allenge. "You said you wanted to work as yourself. Actual

adow won out. She took the envelope, her fingers brushing against Binnie's a

t Binnie's words were more than just a friendly gesture. They sounded like