Angela

"Angela," Nicole said.

You knew of Angela—she was the newest executive. Normally, you avoided dealing with execs, but she was different: same ruthless mindset as you, plus a killer stable of hot talent.

You grabbed your jacket and told Nicole, “I’ll be back after this meeting for the rest of the auditions.”

As you made your way to the meeting room, you felt a sense of anticipation. When you entered, Angela sat at the head of the table. She greeted you with a warm smile and gestured for you to take a seat next to her.

“Hi there,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Angela. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You shook her hand and sat next to her, drawn instantly to her charisma and confidence.

“I’ve heard so much about your work,” Angela continued, flipping through the papers in front of her. “And I have to say, I’m impressed. So tell me,” she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What projects are you working on right now?”

You gave her a rundown of your current slate; she listened, taking notes, before saying, “I’m executive producer on a few new things, including this Baywatch revival you’re casting for, and I’d love to work with you more.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

“I want to collaborate on upcoming projects,” she explained. “You handle casting, I take care of the rest, and I’ll give you a producer title on the film. You do nothing extra.”

It sounded like a win-win: fresh talent and a title without any more work.

“I think we can work something out,” you said with a smile.

Angela grinned, clearly pleased. “Excellent! I’ll start sending over profiles of the actresses I have in mind, and we can discuss details.”

With the collaboration finalized, you left the meeting room and headed toward reception. As you approached, your eyes locked onto a stunning blonde receptionist at the front desk. Her hair cascaded in golden waves down her back, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked up. You paused, flashed a charming smile, and said, “Hey there. I don’t believe we’ve met yet.”

“My name is Stephanie. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“So when did a charmer like you start here?”

Before Stephanie could answer, Angela appeared from her office. Her sharp heels clicked against the tile as she strutted over, hair bouncing with each step. “Stephanie, go with Mr. Johnson and finalize the paperwork for him to sign on the upcoming projects,” she commanded, tone brooking no argument. The girl nodded meekly, clearly intimidated. You glanced at Angela, who gave you a sly wink—silent permission to take advantage of the **** girl.