Madelaine Scott, is an ambitious young woman. With 28 years of age, she became image director in one of the most talked TV shows at the moment. Madelaine, hides most part of her life from her co-workers. Her deepest secret is something she'll carry...
- Yeah – I look at him, while I open the building door – if we're about to drink, we should do it in private – he laughs, as we enter to go to the elevator. It is a small ride, since I live on the first floor.
- I'm not that bad when I drink – he says when we exit the elevator.
- But I am – we both laugh, and I open my home door – welcome to my safe heaven.
- Wow – he stares at the hallway door, looking at the photos – you have us here! – he points to the photo Emeraude saw when she was here – this is so cool – he starts to go through all the photos – did you took them all?
- Yes – I leave mythings on top of a chair, leading the way to the living room / kitchen /dinning room.
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- Your house is so beautiful!
- Thank you – I look at him – make yourself at home.
- Thanks – he sits in one of the round benches, looking at me – and thank you for bringing me with you.
- I always took care of the lost causes.
- Very funny – I go to the fridge, grabbing two beers and going back to him to give one to Dominic.
- Here.
- Thanks – I go to the couch, taking my shoes off, to sit next. We both take a sip of the beer, looking at each other for a while – have you found the secret admirer yet?
- You know about that?
- Emeraude told me the other day – he gets up, sitting next to me.
- I still don't know who he is – I take another sip of the beer – and I may have scared him.
- And why is that?
- I left him a note... and he didn't answer back. And the flowers stopped coming.
- I think he had some kind of personal stuff to deal with.
- No way! – he drinks his beer, while I slap him on his leg – you know who he is!?
- Maybe I do, maybe I don't – he shrugs his shoulders, laughing next – I can pull some strings for you.
- You can?
- Yeah... you don't deserve it, but I'm a good person.
- Can you tell me who he is?
- I swore I wouldn't tell anything.
- But we're friends now – I lean towards him, with my knees on the couch, like begging for this miracle – please.
