Neighbor

'18 century

Chapter Three

"What are your thoughts about this? You think this is good enough?"

"I think it's perfect." I smirked at our brown haired location manager beside me. It's the perfect location for the scene. "Job well done, Mitchell, and to your team."

Locations are already secured. Casting, good. No one seems to be a dirtbag. Crews are very nice. Hardworking and they don't give a shit that I'm twice younger than most of them. Very professional. We are currently in the office at the studio for technical stuff and we've settled some of the things needed for the production. Hopefully we can start it this coming month. HOPEFULLY. If things gets accordingly.

"I'm just reminding you that we have a dinner meeting tonight." Emily sat beside me after everyone left. This, huge oval table with full packed and a little rowdy crew, now deserted.

"We just had a meeting." I continued skimming the papers we just finished. The stunt double will be the same as the last movie and they've already signed the papers. Good. Stunt men...

"Yes, but our meeting with the executives is tonight."

What! I thought that would be next week? "That's tonight?!"

"Ang it seems like you forgot about it. Uh-gain! Why do you keep forgetting important matters." She sigh. "I've already prepared a decent clothes for you at your car."

What does she mean by decent? I looked down at my navy blue chambray shirt, denim jeans and black chelsea boots. My shirt might be half-unbutton, shows a little flesh, but it looks good. I look slowly to her. It's simple and it's decent. What does she want me to wear? A dress? A gown? Does the dinner have a dress code? And besides, I have a blazer in my car. I could just put it on if I really have to.

"FINE. Don't wear it." the kid rolled her eyes on me and my eyebrow curved to that. Emily saw my reaction and immediately bowed her head down, regretting what she just did. She should be. She can sassy anytime on me, but rolling her eyes will definitely get her into trouble.

"What time is the dinner?"

"Eleven." She simply replied.

"ELEVEN! That late!"

Emily looked at me if I'm joking or something, but I'm not. Why would it be eleven in the evening? It's 'din-ner'. It shouldn't be called dinner then. Those people do love special treatment. We always do the adjustments for them.

"The meeting is adjusted for you because as I've predicted, you'll still be here at this hour and it's already nine-thirty. That's actually the reason why I came here! To pick you up.

I've got a rough mouth sometimes. I didn't expect that that special treatment will be mine. Ops. Emily started to fix the papers in front of me and put it all in my leather satchel bag. She's really handy.

She frowned at me when she saw me still slacking. "Move your ugly ass now! We have 45 minutes drive to the meeting place and if we're late, even if it's your fault, you're going to blame it all to me."

That's probably right. For the record, I can be an idler sometimes, but she is a slowpoke. Kid is like a snail! I'll be all done and everything and she's not.

We drive to the restaurant separately and I arrived first at a, what it seemed closed establishment. Is this the right address? I turned off the gas and slide down from my car. There's a muffled sound coming from the building and it's.... Jazzy.

"It's a very exclusive restaurant. It's just the way it looks like. To make others think that it's closed. Cool isn't it!" My soul almost jumped out of my body when Emily suddenly appear beside me. I huffed.