𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

20

The familiar hum of the bustling office faded into the background as I leaned forward, finalizing the details of the contract with the Disney representative. Across the sleek conference table, Ms. Johnson, the representative, exuded a mix of excitement and professionalism as we discussed the upcoming film project.

"I must say, Catherine, your reputation precedes you," Ms. Johnson remarked with a warm smile, her eyes alight with admiration. "The way you handled the last production for Warner Bros. was exceptional."

I returned the smile, a hint of pride coloring my features. "Thank you, Ms. Johnson. We always strive for excellence in every project we undertake."

Our conversation flowed smoothly, intertwining creative visions with logistical realities. My passion for my work shone through as I outlined the meticulous planning required for a seamless production experience.

"And regarding the casting process," I continued, adjusting my glasses thoughtfully, "we have several talented actors in mind who would bring depth to the characters, enhancing the overall narrative."

Ms. Johnson nodded in agreement, her enthusiasm mirroring mine. "I trust your judgment completely. Disney is looking forward to collaborating with your team."

As we finalized the last details of the contract, my focus remained unwavering despite the underlying currents of personal turmoil. The professional facade I wore seamlessly masked the inner turmoil stirred by unexpected encounters.

After bidding farewell to Ms. Johnson, my gaze inadvertently wandered to the corridor outside my office. And there, amid the ebb and flow of passing figures, my gaze locked onto Pedro. Time seemed to momentarily freeze, capturing my heart in a vice of conflicting emotions.

Pedro’s presence sent a jolt through my carefully constructed routine. It had been a month since I left, seeking solace in the familiar embrace of my Miami home and the structured chaos of movie sets. Despite immersing myself in work, memories of Pedro lingered like stubborn shadows, refusing to be cast aside.

With a determined breath, I exited my office, my steps purposeful as I followed the trail of Pedro and his companions. My heart thudded with uncertainty, anticipation, and a flicker of hope amidst the remnants of hurt.

Spotting Pedro entering a room with the girl and leaving a guy outside, I approached the waiting figure. My voice, though steady, betrayed a hint of vulnerability as I addressed him. "Excuse me, could I speak with Pedro, please?"

The man regarded me with a measured gaze, a silent appraisal veiled behind professional courtesy. My admission of my identity seemed to trigger a recognition, softened by a fraction as he introduced himself as Frank, Pedro’s manager.

Frank nodded sympathetically, understanding the weight of unspoken history between Pedro and me. "I know who you are, Catherine. Pedro has mentioned you."

My breath caught, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering across my features. "He has?"

"Yes, he has," Frank confirmed, his tone gentle yet guarded. "But right now, Pedro is with Courtney, preparing for an interview. It’s not a good time."

The reality of the situation settled in, and I nodded slowly, a tinge of disappointment clouding my eyes. "I understand. I don’t want to intrude."