Chapter 259
On the other hand, Sheela was used to it. After all, she was an actress, and being filmed was part of her job.
The behind–the–scenes director chuckled, “Ladies, go ahead.” With that, he moved a little farther away but continued filming them.
It couldn’t be helped; it was just too beautiful. One was a beauty queen, and the other was a screenwriter whose looks rivaled that of a movie star. Surely such a scene couldn’t be captured anywhere else but this set.
Just then, an unpleasant voice interrupted them. “Sheela, what are you doing here? Come over and rehearse your scene with Sam.”
Sam Salter was the male lead of the show, a fellow artist from Sheela’s company. The voice belonged to their mutual
manager.
As of now, Paisley was mostly satisfied with the cast, with one exception: Sam. He wasn’t the actor Paisley and Cary originally wanted for the role. Instead, he was bundled with Sheela by her company.
The message was simple: if they wanted Sheela for the lead, they had to take Sam as the male lead. Otherwise, no deal. In other words, they were using Sheela’s popularity and box–office pull to boost Sam’s career.
Gary was so eager to have Sheela that he had no choice but to agree. This was already the second show where Sheela had to carry Sam. The company continued to market them together, not caring at all about the backlash from Sam’s fans.
Paisley had done most of her homework on the cast before the contract was signed, so she already knew about this. Therefore, she wasn’t fond of the manager or the male lead.
But she didn’t say anything, since her only condition before signing was that Brittany wouldn’t be cast in the show. Other casting decisions were left to the director and producer.
“Didn’t you already rehearse the scene? Why do you need to do it again?” Paisley didn’t bother to spare the manager’s feelings and directly asked.
The manager looked at Paisley with an unpleasant expression, then ignored her and continued speaking to Sheela, “Hurry up, don’t keep Sam waiting”
Standing behind the manager, Sam looked over at them with a dismissive sneer. Sheela tightened her grip on the script, giving Paisley an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Ms. Vaire, I’ll go now.”
Paisley didn’t want to make things too awkward for Sheela, so she nodded. “Okay, go ahead. If you need anything, just ask me With that, she handed Sheela her business card.
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