The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 30

Chatting easily, they arrived at the private club entrance in no time.

"You've got this. Take a deep breath."

Madeline patted her back reassuringly.

Madeline had never personally collaborated with the entertainment agency hosting the casting call, but they were highly influential in the industry. She had only briefly crossed paths with their CEO, Warren Wallace, at a few media galas.

The moment she pushed open the door to the private VIP room, she found four older men lounging around a massive table.

The second they walked in, every single man looked both women up and down.

Their stares were as repulsive and predatory as venomous snakes.

Madeline's brow furrowed, a wave of intense nausea instantly washing over her.

But this was Sienna's big break, so she forced down her disgust and kept her guard raised. She discreetly texted the exact address and room number to Caleb, warning him that if she didn't text back within two hours, they were in serious danger.

Caleb was currently stuck at a massive corporate bidding war with Arthur, but he managed to shoot back a quick response, promising to keep his phone glued to his hand.

Seeing his confirmation text, Madeline allowed herself a tiny breath of relief.

"You must be Sienna. And this is... I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

The man sitting dead center was none other than Warren. He was staring directly at Madeline. He was heavily bloated, with sickly pale lips and swollen, bloodshot eyes.

Madeline's tone was ice-cold. "I'm Sienna's mentor, Ms. Monroe."

Mr. Wallace stood up and crossed the room, dropping heavily into the seat right next to Madeline. As he leaned in, the putrid stench of stale cigarettes and cheap liquor rolled off him. "I just wanted to get a closer look at you beautiful ladies."

He smirked, revealing a mouth full of stained teeth.

"You're gorgeous, Ms. Monroe. Any interest in stepping in front of the camera yourself? I have quite a bit of pull in the industry..."

Sienna was young and had been fiercely sheltered her entire life. She had never witnessed anything this blatantly disgusting.

Madeline was the heiress to the Monroe family and the legal wife of York Yates—nobody had the right to treat her like a cheap piece of meat on display!

*I wouldn't bet on it.*

She had just texted Caleb an update, but he hadn't replied yet. Right now, she could only pray that Mr. Wallace's sickening stare—and the hotel keycard he had just secretly slipped into her pocket—were genuinely just a gross misunderstanding.

Sienna quickly memorized her lines and began the audition.

Meanwhile, in another VIP suite on the very same floor of the restaurant.

"To reach such a high rank as a prosecutor at your age... I'm afraid you're completely unrivaled in the entire legal sphere. Tell me, York, are you married? My daughter happens to be exactly your age. She's currently finishing her PhD at Metropolitan Law University."

Judge Carter's praise was overwhelmingly blunt, his intentions transparent to anyone in the room.

York lazily lifted his gaze, slowly raising his left hand.

Resting perfectly on his long, aristocratic ring finger was a simple platinum band. He crushed the judge's hopes with a single, unbothered word.

"Married."