Babel Novel
Mentorship
Amanda maintained a serious gaze as she spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, I know she saved you and all, but that doesn’t mean she should covet the position of Lady of Beats Corporations.”
“Plus,” She paused, “now that I think of it, the accident that year had been an attack-doesn’t it seem suspicious? She comes to rescue you right after the accident… She paid the hospital bills and looked after you all these while… She met Shawn, and they’re now together…
“When I connect the dots, I can’t help but be suspicious of her. There’s more to her than meets the eye, don’t you think so?”
“She didn’t even make any effort to contact us while you were still in a coma…”
Jennifer processed and digested all of Amanda’s words, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Now that her attention was called to them, the pieces seemed to fit perfectly.
“You might be right.” She nodded.
The corners of Amanda’s mouth curled, “you see? Let’s find Shawn another wife. Someone befitting. As far as I know, his marriage to that girl was forced-he doesn’t have any feelings for her.
“He had to marry her for Old Master Mandez’s sake. We can’t let him be in an unhappy marriage-a marriage against his wish. Now that you’re back, we need to uproot the weed before it gets more stubborn to do so.”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
Jennifer nodded skeptically at her sister’s words.
Upon scrutiny, the girl did appear suspicious. Yet, beyond that, another factor was at play-those two couldn’t possibly be together regardless.
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D. A Company.
Charlotte George briskly bypassed Damien Davis’ secretary, ignoring his attempts to halt her progress. She forcefully swung open the double doors and entered the man’s office.
“You can’t enter, Miss Charlotte,” Joe hurriedly followed her.
At that moment, Damien lifted his head from the papers on his desk, drawn by the commotion. The instant his gaze met the intruder, he momentarily froze.
Regaining composure, his eyes fixed on the woman, he commanded his P. A., “Leave us.”
Joe nodded and swiftly exited, closing the doors behind him.
In the office, Damien and Charlotte maintained an unwavering gaze, locked in silent communication.
After a brief silence, Charlotte spoke, accusingly stating, “You’ve been with various women over the past few years, and now you’ve moved on to younger girls… How shameless can you be?” She spat out the words.
In response, Damien burst into laughter. “Shame? You, of all people, lecturing me about shame, is truly fantastic.”
Suddenly, the playful smile vanished from his face, replaced by a scowl as his expression darkened. “Allow me to jog your memory. Three years ago, it was you, the renowned Charlotte George, who engaged in questionable relationships, betraying her boyfriend to climb the celebrity ladder by whoring around-”
Before he could complete his sentence, Charlotte closed the gap and delivered a forceful slap across his face.
Regaining his composure, a chuckle escaped Damien’s mouth. “The truth is always bitter.”
Without uttering another word, Charlotte spun on her heel and stormed out of his office, venting her anger as she left D. A Company.
Driving straight to B. Y Entertainments, hot tears streamed down her face, blurring her eyes and making it nearly impossible to see the road clearly.
Reflecting on her actions three years ago, regret consumed her, and she wept like an infant, tormented by the weight of her choices back then. ‘I shouldn’t have done that…’
And now… Why had she gone to D. A Company? Just what had she been thinking-
She couldn’t believe that seeing Damien and that intern together the other night could make her act so irrationally.
The scenario kept replaying in her mind throughout the weekend, such that as she made her way to work this morning, she unexpectedly made a U-turn and drove straight to D. A Company.
After three years of avoiding him, it seemed he still had control over her.
More tears streamed down Charlotte’s face.
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B. Y TV.
As anticipated, following Veronica’s revelation the previous week, everyone in the office avoided Mia, reluctant to engage with her unless absolutely necessary.
Nevertheless, Mia remained unfazed. She had faced worse in high school, so she couldn’t be less concerned.
“Interns, gather up,” Mrs. Brown’s voice suddenly commanded, causing everyone to pause their tasks and direct their attention to her.
The interns promptly arranged themselves in a neat row in front of her.
“It’s been a while since you all began your internship here at B. Y TV, and so far, you’ve worked diligently. Now, you can proceed to the next phase, where each of you will be paired with professional TV hosts to act as your mentors. This will provide you with hands-on experiences and direct learning in the world of television production.”
The interns were thrilled; this was what they had all been eagerly anticipating- the chance to work alongside professionals.
Mrs. Brown extended her hand, holding four crumpled tiny papers. “Choose one.”
The interns followed her instructions, picking one paper each.
“Open the papers in your hands. The name you find is the person who will be your mentor.”
The interns swiftly unfolded the papers, reading aloud the names they selected.
As Mia unfolded hers, her heart beating erratically, she silently prayed to have her preferred mentor.
Fortune favored her, and Charlotte George’s name appeared on her paper. She couldn’t be more elated.
“You’re to report to your designated mentors’ floors tomorrow morning.” With that, Mrs. Brown dismissed them with a wave and went her way.
“I’m jealous of you, Mia. Congratulations,” Martha nudged her best friend as they walked back to their respective cubicles.
Mia simply smiled. “Christian Rowland is also on the same level as Charlotte George.”
Christian Rowland was, indeed, the male counterpart to Charlotte George, the most famous male TV Host in the country at the moment. And that was Martha’s chosen mentor.
“Hmm,” Martha shrugged.
As she returned to her desk, Mia settled into her office chair and resumed working on the script.
However, a short while later, she suddenly raised her head from the computer and glanced toward the half-glass wall partition, finding it empty with no one in sight. Despite the vacancy, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that someone had been watching her.
Ever since she began working at B. Y TV, she had consistently felt this eerie sensation through the partition. Everyday. However, each time she turned to look, the corridor was always empty.
Was she just overthinking things? Drawing in a deep breath, she returned to her task.
After a quick restroom break, Veronica made her way to the office. Just as she rounded the corner, she caught sight of a man gazing through the half-glass wall partition that connected the corridor to her office.
The man was clad in an exotic black suit, his hair meticulously styled, and his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he stood leisurely.
Veronica didn’t need a second glance to recognize him, even with his back turned. He was none other than Nathan Anderson, the executive director of B. Y Entertainments.
She froze.