Whimsical Perfection

3. Barney

"Though she be but little, she is fierce."
           —Helena, A Midsummer
               Night's Dream

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(Isaac's pov...)

I waited impatiently for God knows who for almost fifteen minutes, my anger already reaching its saturation point. As far as I knew, there were all the important people present in the room, so who was it much more significant, who made all of them wait for them like obedient little puppies?

A week ago, when I got a call from a producer for the first time in six months, that day had undoubtedly, been the best of my life. After being in this industry for twelve years, and having made a mad name for myself, people would think that I must rule this world, when the reality was the opposite of it.

Looks like no one wanted me to actually make an effort to make myself one with the story, to immerse myself wholly to experience the emotions before I perfect them and present them in front of my audience. They always said that my efforts were a way of insulting their work, and me working hard was just me being extra so that I could extract some extra dosh.

While those words hurt me greatly, I hardly let them out in front of the world because only experience told me that vulnerability was a surefire way of digging my own grave, and no one even cared so why bother?

Instead, I chose the second path – where I became the heartless, narcissistic jerk who always did what he wanted to. My tactic of becoming the bad guy actually worked better, since this world was twisted like that. They would rather submit to the unreasonable requests of a dominant personality, than accept the sincere efforts of a hard working person.

But even though I had had copious amounts of bad experiences with directors and producers, none of them even came close to the person I found standing in front of me just a few minutes later. She was the biggest bitch out of all of them, a complete disaster to work with.

Scarlett Lockewood – the arrogant woman no one must ever cross paths with.

Though I had never had the misfortune to work with her, I was told she was an ace when it came to writing and directing plays, just like I was when it came to acting. It didn't make sense that someone as rude and irritable as her, had survived for so long in the industry, but then again, when have things been fair in this world?

I swiftly took in the outfit she had on – a simple black pantsuit over a white shirt, with black heels that made her short frame a bit taller. Her figure thankfully, wasn't as skinny as other girls' and that seemed to affect me more than I had imagined. But, this wasn't the time to ogle a woman, especially when she was about to put him through hell.

As her gaze casually moved around the room and locked on mine, I smirked as I saw the look in them change almost immediately. So, she had heard of me, after all. She went from peaceful to alarmed in the blink of an eye, and then pure rage settled in her features.

I think she wouldn't be hard to rile up and take advantage of.

She quickly turned to her right, to face the producer who had contacted me, and without respect for all the others, or consideration of the fact that I was right here, went off on him.

"This was the new actor you told me about? Are you kidding me right now, John?" Her bassy voice was a refreshing tone from the usual shrills, and even though she had just bitched about me in front of me, my body seemed to want more of it.

How would she look, when she would writhe under me for a little bit of pleasure?

How would she sound, when she would cry for mercy as I ruin her perfect body?

What should I do, to contain this bratty mouth of hers and control her fully?

"Oh no, did I make a mistake coming here?" I asked sardonically, loving the way her eyes narrowed at me in response. "Well, I really didn't know that you hadn't even discussed it with her beforehand, John. I thought everyone in this room was on the same page?"

I also questioned him because I was angry with the fact that he had deliberately kept things from both of us which led to this mess, and I wanted clarity.

"I don't care about what you think, I just don't need you here. If you think I'd be willing to work with a sarcastic, narcissistic ass like you, you've got to be kidding me." She spoke with gritted teeth as she slammed her hands on the table in front of me, her seething dark gaze trying to make me wither in a corner.

But little did she know, that I wasn't one of those who cowered under her, and I would certainly pay her back for these insults. But before I could say anything further, I heard John speak up.

"He is the perfect actor for this, you need to trust me hun," Came another deep, calm voice. "You both need this project, and each other badly, so please, don't make a scene here."

Wow, so even the producers have to kowtow to her and get their wishes fulfilled. There is no way I would do that for her, no matter how high her standards are. And if she ever expected any sort of submission from me, she could dream for as long as she wants.

Thankfully, she listened to him and took her seat with a huff. The meeting began without further issues, but as the executives explained the plot, the production and the timelines once again, I could feel burning eyes on me. Turning to my side to look at her, I caught her glaring at me before she reluctantly looked away.

I smiled a little to myself, just because I abhorred the woman, doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with her. It would be worthwhile if I manage to tame her wild self, and show her that her pride is nothing but an imaginary burden that she keeps dumping on everyone's shoulders.

She will be a fun toy to play with.

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