The Warning signs

Special Chapter 3

The room was filled with an eerie silence as I stared at Ethan, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Where is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the words echoing in the empty room.

"What is it, Aria?" Ethan responded, his voice laced with confusion.

"Your mistress, Ethan. Where is she?" I blurted out, my voice rising with every word.

"I don't have a mistress, Aria," Ethan replied, his voice steady but his eyes betraying him.

"Yes, you do! I saw her, Ethan!" I retorted, the hurt and betrayal evident in my voice.

"I've told you countless times, there's no one else, Aria!" Ethan shot back, his voice filled with frustration.

"There is! I've made my decision. If I were you, I would start confessing and reveal my mistress so this discussion won't drag on!" I said, my voice filled with determination.

"That's the problem, Aria. You're the one creating the problem, not me. So why should I reveal a mistress that doesn't exist?" Ethan retorted, his voice laced with bitterness.

"Are you sure, Ethan? Are you absolutely certain?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't..." Ethan started, his voice faltering.

"None at all? You're such a disgrace!" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me.

"Ouch! That hurts, Aria!" Ethan exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise.

"You're really going to get hurt if you keep dodging me!" I said, my voice filled with determination.

Just then, I spotted something on the floor. "What's that?" I asked, my eyes narrowing at the object.

"Aria, please, let's talk outside," Ethan pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. But I was not going to be swayed.

"Move!" I said, my voice stern. I bent down to pick up the earring, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Is this a extension?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, please. This is the third take, and you still can't fix the extension? You're all useless!" I shouted, my frustration boiling over.

I had been so caught up in my own problems that I had forgotten about the ongoing shoot.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Sophia. It wasn't secured properly," the stylist stammered, her voice filled with fear. But I was beyond caring.

"Are you kidding me? It's not secured properly? I can't believe I have to deal with this level of incompetence!" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me.

"Calm down, Star," Liam tried to soothe me, his voice filled with concern.

But his words fell on deaf ears.

"Calm down? How can I calm down when I'm surrounded by idiots? You're all wasting my time. Have you forgotten that I'm the busiest person here?" I retorted, my voice filled with frustration.

"I still have a mall show after this!" I added, my mind already racing with the list of tasks I had to complete

"If I hadn't accepted this project, you would've been stuck with an actress who's not even famous.It means no one would watch this show!" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me.

"You're all so stupid!" I added, my voice filled with disdain.

I was tired, tired of dealing with incompetent people.

"Are you done?" the director asked, his voice filled with annoyance. I could see the frustration in his eyes, a clear sign of his impatience.

"Director, can you remind your staff that they are all stupid?" I retorted, my voice filled with bitterness.

"You're the one who's wasting your time, Ms. Sophia. While you're senselessly ranting, it's almost 6 pm and the mall show is counting down its time," the director said, his voice filled with scorn.

"You're really not a good actress. If I could rate you, it would be four out of ten. You will always be a lousy actress," he added, his words stinging like a slap.

He walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.