Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone and James were dumbstruck; all eyes in the vicinity shifted their way. Manny hurried to Quintessa's side, trying to defuse the situation. "Quinn, cool it, will ya? You're a starlet, for heaven's sake. The whole crew's watching. What if someone snaps a pic and it goes viral? That ain't good for your rep."

Quintessa shook off Manny's grip. "I can't care about that right now."

There was fire blazed in her eyes, which could literally incinerate Tyrone on the spot. "The check. Hand it over. Now." Suppressing a smirk, Tyrone glanced at James, who quickly fumbled a checkbook out of his pocket, his hands trembling. Quintessa snatched it away. "A pen."

James, ever the accommodating assistant, produced a pen and thoughtfully removed the cap before handing it to her.

Quintessa scribbled a string of zeros on the check without bothering to count them, tore it out, and thrust it into Manny's hands. "Hold this for me."

Manny nearly had his eyes popped out at the sight of all those zeros. This was a lot.

Quintessa tossed the remaining blank checks at Tyrone. "You think I'm some kind of chump, and you can sell me off for a one dollar? Why don't you go rob a bank if you're gonna be so cheap?" Tyrone played the innocent. "It's not like you paid me much more. You let me go for twenty cents."

Quintessa couldn't help but laugh. "You think you can compare with me? I gave you twenty, which was double what you offered, you tightwad."

Tyrone was speechless.

James intervened quickly. "Ms. Quintessa Young, you can't blame Mr. York for this. Yesterday, he gave the check to Ms. Sullivan and let her write in the amount. She only put down one dollar."

Quintessa was livid. "That clueless woman. In times like these, what good is her pride? Even if her studio isn't worth much, I sure am. I, Quintessa, have the looks, the body, and the talent. And she sells me for one dollar? How am I supposed to show my face in this town again?"

Tyrone tossed the blank check back to James and straightened his clothes, which had been ruffled by Quintessa. "With the way you set your own price, you don't sound like a new employee. You're acting more like the boss."

Quintessa shot him a look. "Even the boss would be a bargain for you. With an employee like me, you should just go to bed and count yourself lucky."

With a thought crossing Quintessa's mind, she sized up Tyrone. "Though the position of the boss's lady, I could be somewhat interested."

Tyrone tilted her chin up. "Then work hard for it! It's not impossible to go from employee to boss's lady." NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Quintessa knocked his hand away. "I've got something to tell you. Come with me."

They moved to a quieter spot, and Quintessa's expression turned dead serious. "Since you're my boss, I might as well make use of you. I need you to look someone up for me."

"Who?"

"I'll text you the details after we wrap up the shoot."

"All this mystery?"

Quintessa stepped closer, nearly pressing against Tyrone. "Don't ask why, and don't ask what I plan to do. Just find out where he is now, that's all. As for the rest, mind your own business. I won't be telling you anything."

Tyrone leaned in, enveloping her in his presence. "You think I can't find out on my own?"

Quintessa scoffed. "Be my guest. But just remember, curiosity killed the cat."

Tyrone had his gaze linger on her eyes, and finally set on her lips, which were still marked with a small wound. His mood suddenly lifted. "Consider it done. Let's call it a welcome gift for the new employee."