Little flirt never killed nobody

Little flirt never killed nobody

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As a famous director and actress you are a guest on James Corden show. Unfortunately, you haven't predicted that in the game "Spill your guts or fill your guts" he would ask you about Cate Blanchett. Will the world realize there is something between you two?
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I pointed to the cardboard boxes under the table, "All packed. It's my last day." Then I continued packing quietly, my hands bathing in the soft orange glow of dusk that illuminated the place I called home for six years. The warm and familiar scent of carpentry, dried paint, and electric cable coatings filled my nostrils, sending a jolt of pain to my heart. Minutes must have passed before she spoke up: "Don't go, Edith." "Is there something else you need help with?" "No," she stepped closer and put one hand on my cardboard box, "I mean, don't leave the company. Not yet..." The stunned look on my face and my inability to speak must've made an impact on her, because I heard a word that I never thought would come out of her mouth. "...please." ----- When Edie, a twenty-something theater administrator, is offered the chance to interview for a promotion, she jumps at it. Except the board forgot to tell her that she's up against a Hollywood power couple gunning for the same job: Artistic Director of the Sydney Theatre Company. Cate Blanchett x OC. F/F. Enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, eventual smut, the whole nine yards of human emotions.

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