"The Mafia's Forbidden Love"

13: EROS

Ariadne's pov:

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Now, it’s been 2 month in this internship, and as the days pass, it feels like a series of challenges keep coming my way.

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Percival, like a sun rising in a dark sky, continues to pursue me. Sometimes, I struggle to tell if he’s serious or just playing around.

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But no matter how uncomfortable I am, I’ve learned so much from him. I feel like I want to be a director or maybe a theater actress, and our mentoring inspires me.

There’s something so exhilarating about each day here. Every rehearsal and every idea shared seems to ignite a fire in my heart.

It’s thrilling to think that someday, I could be the one behind the stage, bringing to life the stories I’ve crafted. I’m going through so much, but still, I’m excited about the days to come. What will happen next?

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after a while .....

inutusan Ako ng hunghang na stage manager namin to bring coffee sa cast and crew meeting ..

Dami Kong dalang coffee ok lang naman sakin since I really  love the smell of coffee pero di ako nainom nyan  .. Ang bango bango hmmm.....

di na Ako magkandaugaga sa pagdala hahaha kaloka Yung manager na Yun...

sinerve ko na sa table lahat . nagkuhaan Naman Ang mga crew and cast... si sir Percy nasa pinaka dulo sya ng upuan nakatingin lang sakin.....   nakakunot Ang noo nito

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"Who asked her to bring all this coffee?" Percy's voice cut through the room like a knife, sharp and controlled, but his expression was dangerously calm but his voice was really deep.

His eyes, hard as steel, pinned everyone to the spot. "Are none of you capable of getting your own coffee?"

The stage manager, visibly startled, stammered, "It—it was me, Percy."

Percy turned slowly, his movements deliberate, and his gaze fell upon the stage manager like a heavy weight.

The room felt suffocating, as if the air had thickened with the tension.

"Sorry—Sir Percy, I mean," the stage manager corrected himself, voice faltering as he instinctively took a step back.

Percy’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched ever so slightly. "She's my shadow. What exactly is she supposed to learn from this? How to fetch coffee? Is that the purpose of her internship?" His voice dropped an octave, each word deliberate, laced with an icy calmness that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

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The stage manager swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "I...I didn’t mean any harm, Sir. I just thought—"

"You didn’t think at all," Percy interrupted, his voice still dangerously deep quiet, yet it carried the weight of authority that was impossible to ignore.

"These interns didn’t sign up to be your errand runners. They're here to learn, to grow. What do they gain from serving you? Respect is earned, not demanded." he said sitting on the end of the table.

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The stage manager was trembling now, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. "I-I apologize, Sir Percy. It won’t happen again, I promise."