"Are you sure they really asked for me?
"Yes, can't you trust me? Now go meet him".
Andria frowned gazing at her boss. This was the first time he had even glanced or even said anything to her. He always ignored her like she wasn't worth his time and now here he was pushing her to meet a director for a role they both knew nothing about .
"I am sorry, boss ...but are you sure they asked for me? You might be confusing me with Sandra.
Sandra was there best actress and was loved and adored by him and other movie directors ,so maybe they said the wrong name .
Her boss smirked getting up.
"I think I can differentiate between you two. They specifically asked for you, now up you go "
He led her to the door and pushed her out of his office, "Clare see to it that she arrives there on time "
Following Clare in silence, Andria watched as they drove her to a hotel.
"Get out " she said.
"Huh?!".
"I said get out ...we have arrived " she said.
Stepping out, Andria glanced back at the car, confused ,it was a huge hotel she only dreamed of entering .
"What should I do now? "
Clare scoffed, "And how should I know that? They only told me to bring you here. Go inside am sure someone will help you ".
"But ...I don't even know who I am meeting " she let out.
Clare had never like her and always bullied her any chance she got . She was practically Sandra's undying fan .
"Can you please go in there and shame yourself and stop bothering me ".
Clare turned back and drove off leaving the confused woman outside the hotel.
She breathed and walked in.
"Miss Avertt ", she heard someone call.
"Yes, that's me ", she gulped seeing one of the hotel staff smiling at her .
"Follow me, please, she smiled, leading the way.
It was a private room, and the moment she entered, Andria paused as her eyes landed on two male figures inside the room.
The sound of the door closing jolted her back and she gulped.
It was him, the prince of the business world ...Karlye Tahire. What did he want with her?.
The other man beside him got up, walking to her.
"Welcome , my name is Trevor Hert ..Mr. Tahire assistant " he offered his hand .
"Oh hello , Andria Avertt ".
"Please, Miss Avertt take a seat ".
They knew her name, so it wasn't a mistake, it was her they had asked for.
Karlye was quiet but his eyes kept staring at her.
Andria moved to the offered seat. Was it her outfit and pale face that displeased him?
She had been rushed there without a chance to even change out of her role clothes. Having played a side character, her clothes didn't fit the rich-looking space she was in now. Had Clare and the boss done it intentionally to shame her .
"I am sorry I didn't get time to change ..I..."Trevor cut in stopping her.
"Oh, it's alright, we only needed to see your face and confirm if it's true ", he said.
"Oh, okay", she avoided the still gazing eyes of the silent man opposite her. Wondering what Trevor meant by if it was true ...what was true ?.
"Well, I will excuse myself so you both can talk ", Trevor muttered.
"Ah.. you're leaving me alone here with him ?!"
Trevor smirked, "yeah you both need to talk about the contract now "
He left just like that and Andria fell silent. She had noticed the envelope on the table, was that the contract Trevor had spoken about?
But what type of contract was it that this famous man had to meet and offer it to her himself? Even Sandra would go crazy if she was given a chance meet him. And now seeing him this close ,he was more handsome than the photos she saw of him.
He pushed the envelope to her side.
"Sign it " he muttered.
"Ah!...oh ...okay ", she stammered, opening the documents inside.
Quietly he offered her a pen, "You don't need to read it, go to the last page and sign "
Doing as she was told, Andria signed and then looked up at him after taking a deep breath.
He was still watching her.
"Can I ask what role I will be acting in?" she asked. Her boss had only told her the meeting was about a role and she was meeting the director . But when did Karlye become a movie director she wondered.
"My wife " he answered.
"Huh... I'm sorry, but what do you mean by your wife ?" she asked.
He stood up, collecting the papers and sealing them in the envelope.
"Trevor will explain the rest to you, " he said as he headed to the door, which opened, and Trevor appeared again.
"Explain the rest to her then get her ready in one week. Myra is getting worse," he uttered, then left.
Andria looked back at Trevor with a confused look on her face.