A Dance Before the Storm
"I'm planning to shoot a commercial and need a male actor. Could you help out?"
Bianca De Dominicis smiled slyly, the playful glimmer in her crimson eyes returning at last.
"Sure thing."
Julian D'Aurelius agreed without the slightest hesitation.
He leaned back comfortably on the sofa, looking completely relaxed.
Inside his heart, however, another train of thought had already begun.
[It's just acting, right?]
[With my acting skills, if I weren't worried about those young actors starving, I would've entered the entertainment industry long ago.]
[But what's the commercial for? If it's for sanitary pads, count me out.]
Bianca had just lifted her teacup to her lips.
The moment Julian's thoughts reached her ears, she almost sprayed the tea across her office.
She hurriedly covered her mouth and coughed lightly, barely managing to swallow.
Her elegant composure nearly collapsed on the spot.
Seriously...
