Chapter 11
The stage crew was hurriedly trying to get the sets finished before filming started on the pilot; everyone knew the studios had high hopes for this new 'TV Horror Series', painters, builders all working around the clock to get everything set for next week.
"The trailers are set up, and the directors are on the other side of the lot. Yes we want things to go smoothly that's why I am seeing to it personally, yes Sir it will go fine, alright bye sir." Rich hung up his phone as he looked over the sets; happy with how far along they are. "Sir, we are ahead of schedule, we will be done by Monday." A worker informed him.
Smiling he nodded, "Good Jason, this should be a very promising year. If you need anything I will be in my office." Shaking the man's hand the producer slowly makes his way back to his office.
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Walking into her office Faith internally groaned; seeing the blonde in her office again, she knew that starting off in the business is hard but this girl though having the talent, really lacked in presence. "Good afternoon Ms. Summers, I hope you haven't been waiting long?" Sitting behind her desk looking at the blonde, pulling out paperwork for the blonde to fill out; hopefully this would be the woman's break.
"No, just a few minutes. Did you have a good match this morning?" Elizabeth asked, as she took the papers given to her; already filling them out. "Yes actually, I won. Nice to stretch my boxing muscles when not in season." The brunette said grinning, remembering the bloody face of Clarrise; who probably still looked disfigured.
As Elizabeth was filling out the paperwork; the agent took out Tara's file to make sure everything was set for next week; noticing the blonde staring at the large file Faith smirked, "Something shocking you Ms. Summers?" Nodding the woman points to the file, "That's a huge!" chuckling the brunette nodded, "Yes it's Tara MaClay's file." The blonde's jaw could be heard hitting the floor.
"You…you are Tara MaClay's agent?" The blonde was trying to warp her head around this; she knew Faith was a great agent but not that great. "Yes Ms. Summers, I am she is a dear friend of mine as well. Now fill out that paper work and you can go home, did that commercial job pay off?"
The woman smiled nodding, "Yes I got a huge check, and how much do I owe you?" Chuckling Faith rose from her seat, "They already took my cut out, I'll get a check at the end of the week from them, agencies have a deal usually with who hires their client." Nodding Elizabeth hands over the papers she just signed, hoping she would get something again soon.
"Faith, do you think I could be like Tara?" Looking up the brunette was shaking her head, "No one can be like Tara, be yourself don't try to be someone else." Taking the papers, looking them over; Faith thinks this will do the trick as she puts the papers to the side. "I'll get these submitted Monday, for now enjoy the weekend and don't spend all that on crap. Remember you have bills."
Both women rose from their seats, the blonde smiling as she walked out of the office; Faith gathered her things as she was checking her PDA, making sure she didn't have anything for the afternoon.
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Finishing up lunch; the girls head out the front of the restaurant as they paid their bill; blushing as red as her hair still Willow unlocked the Ferrari to let Tara get in, sliding into the driver's seat the redhead clears her throat. "SO a side of redhead?" Smirking she turned the key, the car roaring to life under the hood; turning to the blonde Willow began wondering how blatant the flirting would get. "If I didn't know any better Boss, I think you are flirting with your staff." Leaning forward she gets into the blonde's personal space, "But so you know, the staff is definitely not complaining…" Trailing off Willow leaves a lingering kiss on Tara's cheek before leaning back into her seat buckling up.
The actress sat there with a dumb struck look on her face, her mind running a mile a minute at how Willow had just been, shaking her head she buckles up; never taking her eyes off her assistant. "Well if the staff is all for it, why don't we finish up the meetings and head back to my place?" Reaching out she takes the soft pale hand that was resting between the seats, playing with each finger, "Maybe pull an all-nighter?"
Luckily the Ferrari pulled up to a red light; Willow's foot hit the break a little too hard, hearing the blonde giggle she looks over smiling, "The staff might be up for it, but will the boss be able to handle it?" Smirking as the blonde gets wide eyes at the questions,, slowly turning to face forward Tara gets a small smirk, hoping that the promise that comes with that statement is kept.
TBC