Due to her marriage’s cancellation, numerous projects Elyse was in were canceled, and her plan to raise her popularity through these projects was for naught. Brimming with frustration, she couldn’t be bothered to keep up the image she portrayed herself in public and kept scolding her assistant for every little thing during the whole ride.
However, once she was done yelling at her assistant, she looked into the mirror and straightened herself out. Still have an image to keep in public. When she came to the company, she had hidden her hideous, evil self deep within her, replacing it with a bright, cheery, and elegant look. Her heels clopped as she made her way to the dressing room.
Only a select few in the company had a dressing room, and Elyse was one of them. She had the biggest and grandest dressing room. As usual, she was being stared at by the interns, yet she didn’t even throw as much as a glance at them. Even those who tried to say hi to her only gained a harrumph in return.
As she stood before her dressing room, she felt her heart calm down. At least I’m still treated like an A-lister here. I bet tons of people are jealous of me. As she thought of that, she pulled on the door, but no matter how much she tried, the door was still shut. Thinking that it was malfunctioning, she shot her assistant a glare. “What’s the meaning of this? The door’s broken, yet you didn’t even bother to call for someone to fix it!”
Scarred by all the yelling from earlier, the assistant shuddered when Elyse yelled once more. She then tried to pull on the door as well. “No way. It was still good when I came this morning.”
“Then, explain this! Don’t try to use any excuses to cover up your failure.”
The assistant was at a loss for words at that point.
“Get someone to fix this!” hissed Elyse. Her voice filled with a distaste for her assistant, who was nothing but a failure in her eyes.
The assistant was about to call someone to fix the door, but then someone opened the door from within.
When Elyse saw who it was, her face fell. “What is the meaning of this? This is my dressing room! Don’t you know that?”
The person who came out of the dressing room was none other than Rose. Not only did she ignore Elyse’s questioning, but she also leaned on the door, looking nonchalant as she replied, “I do.”
“In that case, get out of my sight, then!” Rose was one of those who tried to butter her up all the time. Elyse wouldn’t even give her a moment of her day. She refused to even shove her. Doing that is going to dirty my hands.
Rose hated that arrogant attitude of hers.
“Oh, didn’t Donia tell you? This room is mine now.” She filed her beautiful nails. Unlike her usual sycophantic self, Rose was acting high and mighty.
“Impossible!” Elyse snapped.
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