Chapter Three
Mason stared off at the window. Was this new emotion joy or sadness? He couldn't tell. When you think about it, his life isn't all that complicated. He could be in a worse situation like having to remodel the house after a natural disaster hit. Instead he was a millionaire with girl problems. His father offered to have "the talk" with him but he refused. Cassidy had came por this morning. She asked him out on a encontro, data and he said sure. He couldn't believe he said that.
There was something interesting about Cassidy. She had long black hair and esmeralda green eyes. She could be funny or mysterious either way worked for her. Her laugh was whimsical and he couldn't help but to laugh. He wasn't even thinking about that other girl.
It was almost time for his date. He stared at himself in the mirror. Everything was in order. Mason was confused on whether he should be casual of dressy so he aims for both. He wore a navy blue blazer over his light blue jaqueta and a white shirt. His jeans were dark blue and his shoes was black leather. He looked good. He tried making his jet black hair stay flat but it had its own wishes.
"Mr. Montgomery, someone special is here," beeped Chelsea from the front office. It was probably Cassidy. They planned on having a romantic jantar encontro, data in his office overlooking the sky.
"Knock, knock," said Cassidy as she entered his office with a picnic basket. "I cooked some of your favorite." She laid out a blanket and set the basket in the middle.
"Spaghetti?" he questioned. She nodded. She relaxed right beside him. "Let's talk about your job."
"Okay, I'm playing Charlotte. What else is there to know?" She asked. She wore a white camisole, capri pants, and some silver sandals. "I know she is like a girl who falls in amor with a vampire named Isaac. In the end I amor Adam, my fun-loving best friend."
"Okay, just remember we start shooting tomorrow." He took a bite into his espaguete which he already cut into pieces. "And I still need an assistant." He tapped the buzzer to contact Chelsea. "Hey Chelsea, find me an assistant for tomorrow's shooting."
"Yes sir, Mr. Montgomery," she replied.
"I amor how you take control," commented Cassidy. Mason was taken off-guard por the complement. He has never been in the company of a woman who wasn't an actress working for him.
"Uh, thanks," he replied uneasily.
She rested her manicured hand on his shoulder. A chill went down his back making him shiver. She ignored it. "I like you, a lot but I do need mais scenes with me in it." She kissed his cheek. "I've seen the script and I'm barely in it. I may be the lead role but still! I'm either dead or being held captive in this movie. Change it."
"Um sure thing," he said a little daze. Her appearance was so overwhelming for him since he hadn't had a girlfriend in years and she knew that. "I'll get right on it." He leaned progressivo, para a frente to kiss her again but she shielded her face with her hand.
"Want some mais spaghetti?" She asked quickly.
Olivia went to Montgomery Studios today. She wanted to make sure she could get her job back. It was almost impossible for Mason to already have hired someone else. She knew he was desperate for an actresses. She thought she was going to put him out of his misery. She really needed this job. At the front escrivaninha, mesa was a blonde haired woman with a headset on.
"Hello, welcome to Montgomery Studios. How may I help you," she asked Olivia.
"Um I'm here for the role of charlotte in the movie Hourglass," she replied. The lady was busy scribbling in her notebook. Did she even hear Olivia?
"I'm sorry but that role has been cast," she retorted.
"That can't be I was scheduled to come," Olivia reasoned.
"Name," the woman asked.
"Olivia Meyers," she answered.
"You was suppose to come yesterday." The woman went straight back to the notebook and talking into the headset. Olivia was officially dismissed. "I'm sorry but I hadn't been able to find an assistant yet, Mr. Montgomery." She said into her headset. A wild idea popped into Olivia's head. If she couldn't be an actress why not be an assistant!
"Im sorry, did I say I was here for atuação job," Olivia shook her head as if the idea was ludicrous. "No, I'm here for the assistant job."
The lady pulled out a clipboard and pen. "Sign here, here, and there." She pointed to each line without even looking. Her notebook work was far mais important. "Meet Mr. Montgomery at the topo, início floor. You two have much to discuss."
Olivia smiled. She was finally getting a better job. She won't work minimum wage. She will probably be getting hundreds of dollars a day. Best part was that she was going to be working really close to Mason.
When she arrived to the topo, início floor, she found the door to his room unlocked. She peered inside to see Mason sitting on the floor beijar some girl with black hair. "Sorry to intrude but the lady at the escrivaninha, mesa told me to come up here," Olivia explained. Mason just motioned for her to sit over por his escrivaninha, mesa without coming up for air.
When they finally broke away, he said goodbye and turned to face his unexpected assistant. "Ah!" He screamed shock. "Why are you here?"
"I am your new assistant," she whispered.
"Are you like stalking me?" He asked. "First I see you at the cafe and now you are pretending to be my assistant. Where is my real assistant?"
"I am you real assistant," she insisted. Maybe it was a bad idea. "Look my car broke down and I just couldn't make it in time. I really wanted the part though.'
"Whatever, just put this on your list of things to do: first I need you to tell the director, producer, and everyone else working on the movie to add mais scenes with charlotte in them. seguinte I need for you to help me rewrite the scripts. Lastly, I need help on cooking. I promised Cassidy I would cook her a fantastic meal tomorrow evening." Olivia scribbled as fast as she could, no wonder the front escrivaninha, mesa woman was glued to her notebook.
"Okay, got it," she said.
He paused as if waiting for something. "Well, go do it!" Olivia dashed off to go complete her first assignment.
Mason stared off at the window. Was this new emotion joy or sadness? He couldn't tell. When you think about it, his life isn't all that complicated. He could be in a worse situation like having to remodel the house after a natural disaster hit. Instead he was a millionaire with girl problems. His father offered to have "the talk" with him but he refused. Cassidy had came por this morning. She asked him out on a encontro, data and he said sure. He couldn't believe he said that.
There was something interesting about Cassidy. She had long black hair and esmeralda green eyes. She could be funny or mysterious either way worked for her. Her laugh was whimsical and he couldn't help but to laugh. He wasn't even thinking about that other girl.
It was almost time for his date. He stared at himself in the mirror. Everything was in order. Mason was confused on whether he should be casual of dressy so he aims for both. He wore a navy blue blazer over his light blue jaqueta and a white shirt. His jeans were dark blue and his shoes was black leather. He looked good. He tried making his jet black hair stay flat but it had its own wishes.
"Mr. Montgomery, someone special is here," beeped Chelsea from the front office. It was probably Cassidy. They planned on having a romantic jantar encontro, data in his office overlooking the sky.
"Knock, knock," said Cassidy as she entered his office with a picnic basket. "I cooked some of your favorite." She laid out a blanket and set the basket in the middle.
"Spaghetti?" he questioned. She nodded. She relaxed right beside him. "Let's talk about your job."
"Okay, I'm playing Charlotte. What else is there to know?" She asked. She wore a white camisole, capri pants, and some silver sandals. "I know she is like a girl who falls in amor with a vampire named Isaac. In the end I amor Adam, my fun-loving best friend."
"Okay, just remember we start shooting tomorrow." He took a bite into his espaguete which he already cut into pieces. "And I still need an assistant." He tapped the buzzer to contact Chelsea. "Hey Chelsea, find me an assistant for tomorrow's shooting."
"Yes sir, Mr. Montgomery," she replied.
"I amor how you take control," commented Cassidy. Mason was taken off-guard por the complement. He has never been in the company of a woman who wasn't an actress working for him.
"Uh, thanks," he replied uneasily.
She rested her manicured hand on his shoulder. A chill went down his back making him shiver. She ignored it. "I like you, a lot but I do need mais scenes with me in it." She kissed his cheek. "I've seen the script and I'm barely in it. I may be the lead role but still! I'm either dead or being held captive in this movie. Change it."
"Um sure thing," he said a little daze. Her appearance was so overwhelming for him since he hadn't had a girlfriend in years and she knew that. "I'll get right on it." He leaned progressivo, para a frente to kiss her again but she shielded her face with her hand.
"Want some mais spaghetti?" She asked quickly.
Olivia went to Montgomery Studios today. She wanted to make sure she could get her job back. It was almost impossible for Mason to already have hired someone else. She knew he was desperate for an actresses. She thought she was going to put him out of his misery. She really needed this job. At the front escrivaninha, mesa was a blonde haired woman with a headset on.
"Hello, welcome to Montgomery Studios. How may I help you," she asked Olivia.
"Um I'm here for the role of charlotte in the movie Hourglass," she replied. The lady was busy scribbling in her notebook. Did she even hear Olivia?
"I'm sorry but that role has been cast," she retorted.
"That can't be I was scheduled to come," Olivia reasoned.
"Name," the woman asked.
"Olivia Meyers," she answered.
"You was suppose to come yesterday." The woman went straight back to the notebook and talking into the headset. Olivia was officially dismissed. "I'm sorry but I hadn't been able to find an assistant yet, Mr. Montgomery." She said into her headset. A wild idea popped into Olivia's head. If she couldn't be an actress why not be an assistant!
"Im sorry, did I say I was here for atuação job," Olivia shook her head as if the idea was ludicrous. "No, I'm here for the assistant job."
The lady pulled out a clipboard and pen. "Sign here, here, and there." She pointed to each line without even looking. Her notebook work was far mais important. "Meet Mr. Montgomery at the topo, início floor. You two have much to discuss."
Olivia smiled. She was finally getting a better job. She won't work minimum wage. She will probably be getting hundreds of dollars a day. Best part was that she was going to be working really close to Mason.
When she arrived to the topo, início floor, she found the door to his room unlocked. She peered inside to see Mason sitting on the floor beijar some girl with black hair. "Sorry to intrude but the lady at the escrivaninha, mesa told me to come up here," Olivia explained. Mason just motioned for her to sit over por his escrivaninha, mesa without coming up for air.
When they finally broke away, he said goodbye and turned to face his unexpected assistant. "Ah!" He screamed shock. "Why are you here?"
"I am your new assistant," she whispered.
"Are you like stalking me?" He asked. "First I see you at the cafe and now you are pretending to be my assistant. Where is my real assistant?"
"I am you real assistant," she insisted. Maybe it was a bad idea. "Look my car broke down and I just couldn't make it in time. I really wanted the part though.'
"Whatever, just put this on your list of things to do: first I need you to tell the director, producer, and everyone else working on the movie to add mais scenes with charlotte in them. seguinte I need for you to help me rewrite the scripts. Lastly, I need help on cooking. I promised Cassidy I would cook her a fantastic meal tomorrow evening." Olivia scribbled as fast as she could, no wonder the front escrivaninha, mesa woman was glued to her notebook.
"Okay, got it," she said.
He paused as if waiting for something. "Well, go do it!" Olivia dashed off to go complete her first assignment.
I hate you
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want you here?
Do I want you gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are you real?
Are you fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
You spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of you mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are you worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now show me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
Or do I leave you?
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want you here?
Do I want you gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are you real?
Are you fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
You spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of you mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are you worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now show me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
Or do I leave you?