Convicted

Chapter 4: Stop running

New chapter hey hey. Dedicating this chapter to Sarah K. :)

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"Can we talk? - Michael"

"No." I replied, switching off my phone and heading to sleep. There was filming tomorrow and I knew very well that I wouldn't be able to avoid him.

"Good morning, Cece!" Audrey greeted me cheerfully as I stepped in the building, handing me a cup of coffee. Audrey's my agent, and honestly without her my life would suck.

Greeting her back, I went directly to Mr Martin's offices, on his command.

"I want to see you in my fuckin' office the first thing you come in here!" I recalled from this morning, I dreaded the taxi trip to work, knowing that he is another person that I have to deal with.

Well, good luck to me.

Spotting Michael and the rest of the crew in the kitchen, I took a huge detour around the building, choosing to take the stairs.

By the time I got to the top floor, I was panting and huffing. Taking in deep breaths, I went in the building and acted like nothing happened. I stood infront of the big wooden door.

"ADRIAN MARTIN" the name was on the door.

I knocked twice.

"Cecilia? Come in." I was surprised that he didn't sound angry. Opening the door, I softly shut it, taking a seat on his leather chair facing him.

He smiled at me.

That got me even more confused. Mr Martin never smiles.

"Why did you call me here?" I asked. Honestly, I should have took the day off. Maybe even take a two month holiday. I fidgeted, feeling very uncomfortable at the situation.

"I let the superiors know what happened yesterday." He said, clasping his hands. "The superiors ain't taking shit. I'm askin' you to resign." He handed me a piece of paper.

What?

"No. Why? No way." I rejected him immediately. Why didn't he fire me?

He gave me a look of dismay as if I was a child that was being difficult on the parent.

"Want to fire your ass but the uproar you cause afterwards. Too much fuckin' losses on the company." He stated, sighing.

"Too bad, Mr Martin. I'm afraid I'm staying put even if you don't like it." I gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Whatever fuckin' suits you, Cecilia. Can't do nothin' 'bout it." Mr Martin replied with the same amount of the sarcasm, putting extra emphasis on my name, making it sound like he was issuing me a warning.

"I'll see myself out." I got up, going to the door. Before I reached for the handle, the door opened on its own, revealing Emmett and Austin. They were probably here for investigation.

"Oh hello?" I greeted them awkwardly, trying to get around them. Emmett nodded at me and Austin waved.

My departure from this office obviously isn't as cool as I thought it would be.

Going into the lift, I pressed the second floor. Time check.

9.47 a.m.

It's almost time we start filming. Keeping my eyes on the moving digits on the screen of the lift. Ugh, how am I going to face the rest of the crew? Especially Michael.

I heard the familiar "ding" and I continued standing in the lift.

Nononononononononono. Should I go home?

Cecilia Evans, get yourself together. You are paid to do this. This is your passion.

I went straight to the make-up room.

Michael won't be there. I hope.

Opening the door, I noticed my female co-stars getting their make-up done for the shoot. Everyone was sitting around. Both side of the room had mirrors lined and bright lights on the frames of the mirrors.

"Oh look, she's here!" Jenny snickered. Everyone in the room turned their attention and laughed except for Anna.

"Come here Cecil, 'gotta do your make-up." Anna said softly.

She began to work her magic on my face, trying to make small talk. I was grateful for it as I could hear the rest of the co-stars make disgusting comments.

"Sooooooooo Cecilia, didn't know your part time job was to kill." Jenny said, a smile playing on her lips.

Once again, everyone laughed.

Anna's jaw dropped, completely flabbergasted by what she just said.

I was fuming, feeling the urge to slap her.

"What the heck is wrong with you? You're crossing the line here, Jenny." I shouted at her, barely able to keep my anger in check.

"Oh what are you going to do, Cecilia? Strangle me to death? Is it a traditional method?" Jenny taunted, making yet another vicious comment.

To my disgust, the rest of the female co-stars laughed at her sick joke.

Feeling a tear overspill one of my eyes, I stomped out of the room, unable to contain my frustration.

"Cecil!" I could hear Anna call after me.

I was desperate to get out of the building. I was running to the other side of the builsing. Then one of the doors opened and I was pulled inside. I slammed onto a hard surface. The room was dark but had light shining through the slits of the door. I saw clutter and a mop at one corner.

The janitor's room?

Strong hands were holding me in place, I shoved the person back but it proved futile when that person stayed in place.

He's strong. What the heck? Who is this?

I felt his breath fanning my face.

"Cecil, calm down." A familiar masculine deep voice spoke out.

It was Michael.

"Stop running."