We came back from our three week holiday after our best picture win in the Oscars 2018. I named my boss Mr. Gorgeous, but his real name is Daniel Johns. He is young, tall, well built man who looks like Prince Charming. I stared at my boss with a questioning look. He leaned down on the table where I was playing with his big beautiful grey Siberian Husky, Leo.
“Michelle, you are the director for ‘Once upon a Paris.’ Therefore you should have a week tour in Paris and find our shooting locations. I don’t want to lose our Oscar to that old Peter Jackson wanna be.”
“Why are you not coming with me?” I never went around the shooting locations without Mr. Gorgeous.
“Because… I have business to take care of”
“I thought we already finished casting our actors.”
“Yes! I forgot to mention that Liam Hans, our lead actor, will join your tour in Paris, the day after your arrival.”
“Alright then, I should go and start packing. Good bye.” I walked out and went inside the elevator where Blake joined me.
“Your ticket is with me so just pack your new passport and meet me in the airport lobby. You have a dinner with your brother Ashton at your favorite Italian restaurant at 7pm. The time is 6.57”
“Thank you and please don’t forget to bring my Canon EOS tomorrow. Oh dear. I am going to be late!” Then the elevator opened and I ran to my car. I started the engine and turned on the lights. I drove around the corner of the parking lot while I was texting my brother. When I looked up, I crashed into a new, expensive, black BMW. My heart was beating irregularly since this was my first car crash. The victim came out of his crashed car. I couldn’t see his face because he was wearing his shades. I practiced my breathing exercise and came out.
“Shoot…I bought this today.” He sighed and took off his shades. He has the strangest beautiful dark brown eyes that are encircled with golden rings. He was about 6 ‘1 and well built. His sculpted face perfectly matched his fine expensive suit. In one word, he was a masterpiece. I was spacing out until he was looking at me.
“I am so sorry. It was my fault. Can I have your number? I will fix this as soon as possible."
“Really? This is going to take a long time. Anyway, I don’t need your money. Apology is enough and accepted.”
“No really, I am really sorry. I want to recompense you for the damage.”
“Hm…I don’t want money since I have more than enough. But I want something else. I have to go. Can you give me your business card?” I took my card out from my purse and gave it to him. He looked at it and smiled. “See you later.” He put his shades back and left me standing on an empty parking lot.
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