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"Nothing comes without a price, Ms Lopez." He said in a low voice, flashing her a cocky grin.
"Are you willing to do anything to get the lead role?"
"Yes, I am."
Mia hoped he wouldn't say the words she had been familiar with over the years.
She chewed on her bottom lips nervously, and watched as the man leaned back on his plush chair, and Mia could feel his hungry gaze feeding on her delicate curves.
"Just one night with me.. Mia Lopez."
He dropped the words she had been scared of, and her head banged.
Not again!
"A night with you?" she spat, disgusted. "You're sick!"
The man's annoying laughter filled her ears, and she grabbed her bag, feeling suffocated in his office.
After trying so hard to show him what she got during the audition, this was all he could ask for, just like others.
"This is a lifetime opportunity. You won't want to miss it."
Mia glared at the slightly older man and he pushed a written piece of note to her.
Her eyes darted to the note and the steamy coffee on his desk.
"Sure, I won't want to miss this opportunity, Mr... Martinez." That was the name his assistant had called him earlier.
However, she picked up the piece of note, and shredded it to pieces.
"What the..." His eyes flashed with anger and his lips pursed in a thin line. "Bitch!"
Bitch? Mia lost it.
She threw her leg over the table and grabbed his collar forcefully.
"I am not some whore you can mess with, you dirty pig!"
"Let me go!" he grunted, struggling with her grip, but Mia wasn't done yet.
Picking up the cup of coffee, she emptied the hot liquid on his face and Mr Martinez let out a loud scream, piercing the walls of his spacious office.
She pushed him off when his assistant ran in, and she stormed out of his office hurriedly.
Just when she thought this time will be different.
"Shit!" she cursed, rage ripping through her body.
She hurried into an exclusive elevator, ignoring the warning that read, "Out of Limits".
Mia tapped her feet impatiently, desperate to leave here as soon as possible.
Her mind raced over all that happened.
X-World Entertainment has always been her dream over the years and no one could explain how excited she was, when she walked in through the large glassy door for this audition.
She had felt like one of her favorite celebrity, Harper Hernandez. The image of her appearing on TV and receiving the award for the best actress of the year had played in her head.
She wanted to make her sick mother proud. Her hopes of paying for her mother's surgery bills had been high but now, her dreams were shattered once again.
The elevator dinged open and Mia bumped into a hard wall, but there was no wall.
Wincing in pain and frustration, she slammed her fists on the hard and sturdy chest of the masculine figure.
"Watch where you're going!" she snapped, but he didn't bulge.
Immediately sensing the powerful aura around him, Mia raised her hazel eyes to meet a pair of piercing grey eyes boring into hers.
"You trespassed," his deep voice made her shiver.
"Excuse me?"
"How dare you?" He looked at her with disdain and his voice laced with arrogance.
Mia twitched her lips, recognizing the CEO of X-World Entertainment, Xavier Singh. Heir of the Singh family, the wealthiest in California.
"How dare you bump into me?" Mia blurted, surprised at her own outburst.
His blank eyes flickered with something unreadable, then with a snap of his long and slender fingers, men in suits advanced toward Mia, grabbing hold of her.
"Take her away."
"Who the hell do you think you are? Let go of me!" Mia shrieked, struggling to wriggle out of their strong grip.
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