Silas Hale, the youngest billionaire and CEO of Hale Inc., has transformed his bleak childhood memories into a global empire of innovative, welcoming hotels. Known for his ruthless perfectionism, Silas's life changes when he hires Vivienne Onaïs as...
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The last few days had been hectic.
I was exhausted.
Due to filming, we were nearly always done late in the night. The show required extra; it was a whole puzzle trying to fit it into Silas' already packed schedule. On top of that, I had been also clearing and arranging all his meetings around the cruise visit we had with Michael.
Not to mention the impending doom Silas and I awaited.
As episodes dropped, more posts about us trended. It was only a matter of time before they set us on a date. The recent busyness pushed back the elephant in the room and so, we never talked about it. We were both ignoring it but as an effect we were acting differently too. More silent, more work, my neck ached from the stiffness.
It seemed to be in both our interests to calm the media down and shut whatever rumors they spread.
Avoidance was in the air but I was suffocating from it.
Stepping outside, I took in the cold and open air, the contrasting warm sunlight caressing my cheek. Coffee might save me.
As I turned on my heel to my favourite cafe, I stumbled against someone. "What–" In shock, I couldn't even register who the person was before a microphone was shoved in my face.
I quickly stepped back to regain my posture while trying to remember the protocols– I couldn't give out any information. My eyes flickered between the woman with the microphone and the man behind with his camera before zoning in on the woman. I could recognise that bleached mop of hair anywhere.
Cassidy Pryce.
Even at the sound of her name, I wanted to bash my head in.
It was like she was always desperate for a scandalising scoop from our company, a certified stalker for Hale inc. We had filed for a complaint and she disappeared for a while but I guess she was back and better. Perfect timing too.
I took in her messy bun and unironed shirt, coffee stain bang in the middle. Assumingly better.
A hot mess.
Composure. I repeated the words in my mind as I tried to step more away from the microphone. Her questions were rapid fire, tip of the tongue ready, while she knew damn well she caught me off guard unprepared.
What can you tell us about the candidates? Are you his secret lover?
I viscerally jerked my head back at the audacity to ask that question, not controlling the action. I stopped myself from glaring at her.
Will you be his next date? What is Silas really like?
I brought myself together and softly smiled at them. "Please wait for the next episode."
