Anthony Miles sat in one of the seats in the theater. He was a middle aged man, dressed in wealthy clothes and expensive shoes. His brown hair was combed back revealing his long face, high cheek bones and deep set eyes. The rest of the chairs around were empty, save a few walk in's that scattered around to watch the try outs.
Miles checked off the name that had just preformed. A very good actor, and he seemed like the kind who would concentrate on his character so hard, that he really did become that character. But he was also very dumb. Just his type.
The next actress came on, a woman by the name of Katrina Berg.
"Alright go ahead." Miles said, already spotting a rich profit on stage with all her gems and diamonds.
"And so I pray…" the woman started her monologue, when she was rudely interrupted as the doors to the theater opened. Miles growled to himself and stood up. As he turned around he found the person who had interrupted was another woman. She wore a fur coat, and a short black skirt. Short brown hair framed her face, her eyes hidden behind round sunglasses. She paid no attention to all the eyes that had turned her way, and was completely oblivious to the rudeness she had supplied.
She took a seat near the middle of the back and sat down without a word. Miles glared, but the woman seemed not disturbed. Miles sat down and waved the actress to continue.
"And so I pray to you, will you not show me mercy? I have loved thee…" the woman was interrupted again, this time by loud noices coming from outside the theater. Miles looked back. Through the windows of the theater, which happened to be almost the entire back wall, a small crowd could be seen running down the sidewalk. The crowd, was looking this way and that, as if looking for someone, and as they did, Miles saw the camera's on one's shoulder, and around another's neck. A reporter's voice recorder was seen in three hands, and notebooks occupied the others. Miles saw the woman in the back shift and sink a little lower in her chair. The small group of reporter's took on in another direction before silence finally fell in the theater.
Miles, hesitated ignoring the woman clearing her throat on stage. His interest was now the woman in the back. Who was she? She looked rich. And with the reporter's after her… Miles smiled seeing only a profit. He stood up straitening his coat.
"Thank you mrs…" he forgot her name, 'We'll take a break and continue in ten minutes." Miles siad. The woman on stage frowned, but walked off in a huff. Miles turned back around and started up the aisle.
"Hello." Miles said, "I'm Anthony Miles. I own this building."
"Well isn't that lovely." The woman said, her voice heavy with a russian accent.
"I couldn't help but notice you were uncomfortable when the reporters went by. You looking for a place to hide?" Miles asked. The woman looked up at him, and pulled her sunglasses off. It was Sophie. But to Miles, it was a beautiful, rich woman.
"Indeed I am. My name is Anastasia Petrov. Anna to my friends." She held out her hand. Mile took it lightly and kissed it delicately on the top. Sophie smiled, and pulled her shoulders up.
"My, a charmer at last. I haven't found one of those in years." Sophie said.
"Well Anastasia, you may stay here as long as you like." Miles said.
"Please, call me Anna. And I'm afraid I cannot. I left my estate looking for something and I must find it before the week is out." Sophie siad.
"Well might I ask what it is? Maybe I can help you." Miles gave her a kind, smile, but she knew it was a fake. He was just after money. That's what Nate told her to use as bait. Money.
"Oh that is very nice of you, but I don't think I'll get much help from anybody. You see, my production is looking for specific agents to work for their industry…"
"Production?" Miles repeated.
"Yes… my movie production. I am a producer." Miles blinked, amazed at the possibility that had walked through his doors.
"Well, you know Anna, this is a good place to start. Actors of all kind come through here. Actors and their agents. They come through me first of course, so I manage all the paperwork."
"Do you know? Well, I do say I have quite a stroke of luck. Trying to hide from reporters, and find myself right where I need to be. Almost like it was meant to be." Sophie said.
"Yes... now, shall we?" Miles stepped aside and brushed his hand in the direction of his office. Sophie gave him a smile, and began down the aisle.