Female Novel
Chapter 900
Chapter 900
[Take a look at the goddamn mirror. I'm the one who has been cleaning up after you all these years. You have no skills in writinghistorical dramas, yet you still do it. Can you at least do some research before coming up with your bullshit scripts? And, howdare you ask me who the historical figures in my version are? | clearly stated them in my work. Are you fucking illiterate???]
The group chat was silent. [Show some respect, Felicity.] The screenwriter wrote in anger.
[Respect my ass! Are you even worthy of respect? You hold meetings where your assistants brainstorm ideas because you haveabsolutely no talent whatsoever. You take everyone's thoughts and compile them as one and then ask us to revise the script.
[It's fine that we have to revise the script since it's our job, but could you treat us as human beings at least? While we wereworking overtime to review the manuscript, you were out watching a movie with your wife. You promised to give us a fair share ofhalf of the earnings, yet out of 5 million dollars, you only gave us twenty thousand. When Nicole talked about how stingy youwere, you came up with some excuse to fire her. What? You can't stand being called out?
[Mr. Hill let us get off work at 6:00 p.m. But, you come and tell us that there's a meeting at 5:50 p.m.??7? I'm fine with workingovertime since | don't have anyone to go home to, but Max and Lynda have partners and kids, you know? How are theysupposed to spend time with their family if you keep letting us off so late? These meetings always end at 8, sometimes nine.And, you have the audacity to tell us that you need the revised script done by 12:00 a.m.?]
The screenwriter sent a smiley face and said, [I've screenshotted this conversation. You'll be responsible for your own actions.]
[Are you going to show the screenshots to your father-in-law or something? Please. What would you be without him? I'm notafraid of you, jerk.] Felicity sneered. After that, she sent a screenshot of the PayPal transfer to the group. [I've wired you themoney. | can't believe you divided 100 dollars into twenty virtual money pouches to share with the group. That's not even enoughto pay for my phone subscription.]
After a short period of silence in the group chat, someone said, [What a role model.] Not long after, the entire group was full ofwords of encouragement.
Although Felicity got to voice out her anger, it was clear that her job position was about to be compromised. The assholescreenwriter’s father- in-law held many shares in the company, which meant that she would probably be fired after this incident.
Felicity did not have a deep attachment to the company. Even though, she had worked there for three to four years aftergraduating and had made many friends. She was disappointed at the thought of leaving.
She lay on the couch, changed her Facebook status to [unemployed], and blocked her mother from seeing her account. Thiswas not because she was afraid that she would be worried but because she would look like a joke.novelbin
When Felicity was about to go to bed after taking a shower, she saw that Corbin had sent her a message. [A friend of mine justopened a studio and is recruiting screenwriters. Would you like to give it a try?]
Felicity immediately set up from her bed and thought, ‘Is this a blessing in disguise?1 She then proceeded to have a chat withCorbin.
Stella woke up in a daze the following day. When she opened her eyes, she saw a clock on the wall showing 8:30 a.m. She wasabout to sit up when she fell back on the bed. She realized that there was a hand on her waist.
Stella paused and slowly looked at the owner of the hand. It was Keegan lying next to her with his eyes closed. And, he wasnaked. His left hand rested on her pillow, while his right hand was around her waist. From where Stella was, she could see all thescratches and love marks on his body.
Her brain uncontrollably showed her scenes from last night, and her ears turned red. She gently put Keegan's hand away,intending to leave without him noticing. But, he quickly pulled her back into his arms as soon as she did that.
The man woke up, pressed against Stella’s ear, and said in a hoarse voice," Where are you going?” Her back was pressedagainst his body, and his warmth made her blush even more.
"I'm going to the set," she whispered.
"You don't have to go. I've already arranged for someone to apply for your leave. We're going to the hospital later to get a check-up. | want to make sure that there was nothing else in the drugs."
Stella let out a sigh after hearing that she was on leave. However, things were still a little awkward between them. Stella was notdrunk, so she remembered how she had begged Keegan to sleep with her last night. She also recalled how he repeatedlyrejected her but still gave in in the end.
Keegan lay in bed for a while before getting dressed. Stella glanced at his back and closed her eyes. She was ashamed of theart she had created all over his body. She grabbed her clothes under the covers and started putting them on.
At the same time, Stella thought about what to say regarding her behavior last night. She even thought of acting as thoughnothing had happened. But, before she could come up with something, a sudden beep came from the door. The door was thenpushed wide open, and a group of people rushed into the room, taking pictures of Keegan with their phones.