Backroom Casting Couch Michelle の小説・ストーリー

Not when I had already been humiliated enough for one day. A waitress passed by, placing a glass of water in front of me. I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly as I took a sip. The cool liquid did nothing to ease the tightness in my throat. Then, a voice from the TV mounted on the wall caught my attention. “This just in…billionaire Ashton Kingston is officially engaged to Valerie Monroe!” My stomach twisted violently. Slowly, I looked up. The screen showed a breathtaking venue, the kind you only saw in fairytales.The guests, elegantly dressed, clapped and cheered, their smiles wide and full of excitement. And there, at the center of it all, stood him.

Rebecca Chen’s office was on the fortieth floor of a glass tower in Manhattan. Minimalist. Expensive. The kind of place that charges by the minute just to breathe the air. I sat across from her desk, Ethan sleeping in his carrier at my feet, Clara beside me. We’d been here for thirty minutes while Rebecca reviewed everything. The recordings Clara had made on her phone. The statements from the staff member who’d witnessed the breakfast confrontation. My documentation of Vivian’s intrusion into the nursery.

She hugged me, I hugged her back. The door creaked open of Enna' room, showing Luca, " Yes, boss. " Michelle said. He was giving her instructions and she was nodding at every point. " Enna baby, time to go. " Michelle said. " Enjoy the party. Your friend's birthday gift is already in the back seat of the car. " I told her. " I'll tell you everything. " She said. " Sure, " I kissed her cheek and turned my gaze at Michelle, " Take care of her. "

Michelle slapped her with satisfaction, and she felt quite relieved. Charlotte stared at her and then attempted to strike back the next moment. Michelle pushed her with force, easily pinning her against the wall. This sense of victory made Michelle even more delighted. "What are you glaring at me for? Who do you think you are? After tomorrow, you won't even be worthy to wash my feet!" Ha. She was thinking too much. Charlotte closed her eyes and straightened her body. She made a humph sound and looked at Michelle with cold eyes. "Do you think you can enter the board of directors and marry into the Lewis family?"

Mikayla dumped the bags in the living room and went back to grab two more bags. There was only one left outside so Michelle must have carried one in herself. She dropped off those two and returned with the last one. Michelle was seated on the couch when she came back in with the last bag, her shoes flung across the floor. The kid was seated next to her, laughing as she tickled him. Mikayla waited for her to look up and acknowledge her but she continued to play with the kid. "Mum!" She finally exclaimed when she'd had enough.

She even purchased a luxurious single-person couch identical to the ones found in therapy offices. The couch cost over two thousand dollars. If she had chosen a larger one, the price would have been even higher. But it was worth every penny. It was incredibly soft yet supportive, and lying on it made anyone feel like they were floating on a cloud. Millie was confident the couch would make a big difference. "Aren't we going camping today?" Piercy wondered aloud, now fully sober. Millie, however, hadn't come downstairs all morning. Curious, Piercy went to her room and found her looking pale and feverish.

I needed to get away. “Excuse me,” I said, forcing a tight smile. “I should find my team.” I slipped past him and headed toward Jenny, who was laughing with a client near the buffet. My pulse was still racing. Then a sudden crackle filled the air. The sound of a microphone coming to life. The crowd quieted as Michelle Hughes took the stage, elegant and composed in an ivory gown that caught the light like moonlight on water. Ryan stood behind her, expression unreadable.

When I walked into my mother's room, I immediately noticed a computer sitting on the desk. It was connected to the store's security system. The surveillance program was shut down now, but the files were still there. I started scrolling through the saved recordings. Some of the footage had already been deleted, but I still found screenshots from that day. And the person who had taken them was clearly visible. It was my mother. In that instant, it felt as if all the blood drained from my body.

“I’m exhausted. Cut the crap and tell me what you came for.” “Give me your key,” Janet said. Michelle tossed it to her. Janet opened the door and they entered the living room. Michelle collapsed on to the couch. She had never felt so exhausted in her entire life. She couldn’t imagine how she was going to find strength to leave the couch to go and take a shower. She needed rest, badly. But first, she wanted to know what Janet couldn’t wait to tell her. She knew the girl like the back of her hand. She could tell when Janet wanted to say something.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.