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Chapter 11

A month has passed since mine and Marshall's visit to LA. We've been doing pretty good. A few arguments here and there but we mostly got along. I would lie if I said he didn't try to find as much as time for me as possible. He really had a lot on his mind and was completely drowned with work.

However, I wasn't that idle either. Believe it or not, I got a role in the movie! After we flew back to D, Marshall did a research on the movie director I spoke to in LA. So, when I was allowed to give him a call, I found out that I only had less than a week to get ready and learn the script. Surprisingly, it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. I did pretty good and two weeks later, I was informed that the role is mine. Filming will start in 3 weeks. I'm beyond excited and overwhelmed but I kinda feel a little anxious. Marshall said that it will all go away the moment cameras are turned on. I carefully listened when he talked about his experience from "8 Mile" project which achieved enormous success the moment it showed up in the movie theaters! Marshall handled it all like the professional that he is! He went to red carpet by himself though. I was slightly hoping deeply inside that he may invite me to come along but that was just silly and out of picture. He never did and I'm not blaming him at all. We still haven't defined us. I decided not to pressure anything. I know that it's difficult for him to talk about and truth to be told, I'm kinda afraid to hear what he might say too.

This weekend, Marshall's daughter was staying at his house. We would usually hang out at my place but today he asked to come over his. First I literally freaked out but then he told me that he'd call when Hailie goes back to Kim's. I was kinda relieved but I still wanted to meet that little adorable creature badly.

I let Marshall go all the way down with me when we got back home from LA. It really happened spontaneously. I didn't plan it but I'm not regretting it. Every part of it felt right and he made me feel somewhat comfortable with the entire situation.

The only thing that's getting on my nerves is the fact that we literally can't go out anywhere! I understand that we can't be seen and all, I really do, but it's so frustrating just sitting at the same bloody couch for hours.

I tried my hardest to keep that away from Marshall. It would just brought us into another fight for which I have no nerves whatsoever.

I felt my phone vibrating under the blanket I was covered with. I placed the cup of tea I was holding on the cupboard and reached my hand to grab it. It signalized one unread text message.

From: Marshall M
Time: 8:53 pm

George will pick you up in 15

I rolled my eyes. He always does that. Doesn't even bother to ask if I'm ready or not. I wrote an 'ok' back and shut my phone.

I walked towards my wardrobe and picked a simple black leggings and an oversized grey hoodie that has 'DETROIT' printed on it. I slipped into my black regular converse and straightened my hair. Since I didn't have much time I didn't bother to put some bigger effort in tonight's makeup. I applied some concealer under my eyes, mascara and thin line of eye-liner on my eyelids. Marshall said it looks good on me.

I locked the door of my apartment and subtly stepped into big black Cadillac Escalade that was waiting for me outside.

"Good evening Miss Sarah." George, one of Marshall's drivers, greeted me warmly. At first, I was kinda shriveled around him. I don't know why, he look a bit creepy. He's like 80 inches tall and has strangely big hands but fortunately, I got used to it with time.

"Good evening George, how are you? I hope Marshall isn't giving you hard time." I chuckled.

"I'm very fine Miss, thank you for your concern. And boss isn't giving me hard time Miss, I'm glad I can help." I cracked a smile but turned around so he couldn't see me. Sometimes, talking to him was like talking to a robot what was programmed to adore Marshall.