Camila Almada's POV
I was standing in front of the club as the wind was picking on my hair. I was nervous, goosebumps were playing on my neck before I gulped my nervousness and went inside.
It was not that crowded as I looked at the lot. Some people enjoyed some of the drinks that they can get and they were chitchatting like it was normal. I looked around for the audition but nothing. I sighed.
"Ms. Camila?" A voice asked me as I turned around to look at the person who was calling me.
"Yes, that would be me. And you are?" I said as I eyed the smart, handsome middle-aged man as he looked at me. He smiled.
"Yes, I believed I was the one that spoke to you on the phone," he said as he was sliding his spectacles on his nose upward. I looked at him. He was handsome that's for sure and have an authority in his voice.
