HE IS MY OBSESSION
urniture. Elara sat across from Isla, her fingers loosely wrapped around a cup of untouched tea. The soft hum of the air conditioner
reer now?" Isla asked casually, leaning back in her
other choice, Isla. I've spent years trying to make something work
eaned forward as if she'd been
ucky I know just
ul, but there was a flicker of s
ional internship program for scriptwriters. It's very selective, and only the best get in. You'd be learning fr
se. "That sounds... amazing. B
ste ara," Isla said
t she quickly recovered, lowering her gaze to
es to be seen. The studio president, Ethan Sinclair, already knows about yo
t... he knows who I am? How could that be poss
ir behind her ear. "Not entirely. He kn
Celeste Ara." Her voice faltered slightly, and she shift
ere she wasn't trapped by her marriage or the expectations placed upon her. And now, someone like Ethan Sinclair-
a fresh start," she mur
d, and she clapped
writing, gaining expertise and come back ready
weight of her decision s
's d
ious as she assured Elara this was the right choice. When they finally stood to leave
phone buzzed in her purse. She pulled it out,
she a
was Ethan
she typed back, "Ye
ately, a resp
eep me u
of the tinted window, her thoughts drifting back
ays b
e sharpness of his presence. Isla Thompson sat across from him, her usual bold demeanor tempered with an unusual hint of uncertainty. Despite her
the edges of his sharp features. He clasped his hands together, his ste
oice measured and cool,
d. "What kind of task?" she as
est smile as he spoke again. "I want you to
nked in
este
motive storytelling tha
s incredible, but..." Isla
eleste Ara actually is. S
arefully, a knowing
t fooling
beat. She didn't know how to respond, but
stand why you're so
wasn't one of humor-it was a kn
industry. But you're right. I want you to bring her into our internship program.
t he knew exactly who Celeste Ara was-or rather, who Celeste Ara is. But he wasn't pushing her for answe
her decision," he added smoothly,
know that the opportunity comes fro
the undercurrent of tension
tated, trying to ease her unease, "I don't think she's g
half-smile, his
her, Isla. You'
story with Celeste, and the unspoken bond that existed between them. But he didn't press, didn't demand answers. He sim
le it well.
y get her nowhere. He wasn't one to tolerate being pried into, and while Isla had learned to
o pres
ling that hiw elara strings connecting her to this mysteri
ll shared this offer with elara bec
fer is brea
was certain they were far more complex than
mind, Isla couldn't help but wond