Chapter 7
It was nearing 11 P.M. when she made her way to the Redmoon Bar. If she wanted to survive in this industry, she was going to have to bow her head or bootlick others feet. Janet was fully aware of this truth. After hopping into a taxi, she sent a text to Envy saying that she was on her way to meet with the director. Half an hour later, she exited the taxi and stepped inside the most expensive bar in the city—Redmoon.
Making her way towards the VIP Lounge, she walked past a crowd who weren't paying her any attention. Though her face was roughly covered, she still hoped that no one would recognize her. Pushing the transparent doors open, she saw her director— engrossed in drinking with two other females. One was massaging his shoulders and the other was pouring him a drink while offering him flirtatious smile. It was disgusting.
Janet prayed that God would give her enough patience to deal with this sick bastard. If she couldn't get a hold of herself, there was no guarantee that she would let him leave without cutting off his blue balls. As if he could feel her gaze, the director looked up and noticed Janet's arrival. A triumphant smile formed on his lips and she felt her hatred for the man move up a notch. Walking towards him, she repeatedly told herself to behave.
She bowed courteously before forcing a smile. "Director! You asked for me?"
The director was little surprised by her obedient demeanor. A few nights ago, he had earned two kicks when he attempted to touch her. Now things had changed so fast that he started to wander what gotten into her. Perhaps she was scolded by her manager? Of course! Who wouldn't want to be casted in a film like Witch Queen?
Director leaned back and placed his arms leisurely over the couch. "You finally learnt how to behave, huh? You were acting like a real bitch the other night."
Janet pretended to be remorseful as she pleaded, "I…I know that now director. I was wrong. This role matters a lot to me and would do wonders for my career."
The director scoffed and rolled his eyes at her. "You should have thought of that before. Look at you now! The public already thinks of you as a whore."
Janet pressed lips together to stop from cursing at him. Straightening, she replied unfazed, "I was wrong, director. What do I have to do for you to accept my apology?"
With a smug expression on his face, the director patted the spot right beside of him. "Come and entertain me! But if you fail to please me tonight, then you are out of this crew."
Janet only felt repulsion as his hungry eyes followed her as she walked over the exact spot that he had pointed to and sat down. She behaved like an obedient pet who was listening to each command that her master gave her. Janet watched him gulp down the last dregs of his wine and decided to pour the perverted man some more. Though her eyes were focused on the glasses, she didn't miss the way that director kept eyeing her. Damn it! She had to tolerate this for the sake of her career!
"Director... are these beautiful girls your mistresses?" she asked, initiating the conversation as she passed him a full wineglass.
Already drunk, the director grinned at her words and shrugged as he emptied the glass. "I don't have such lowly taste! They are just some hookers from the bar. Why? Would you like to my mistress? With your figure, I am pretty sure that it would feel awesome."
His eyes roved over her body and Janet felt her blood boiling inside her veins. She flashed him a fake smile before pouring him another glass.
"I am afraid that I am not qualified enough. I don't have a significant position in the entertainment industry. I wonder… what kind of qualifications should your mistress have?"
A wicked glint appeared in the director's eyes at her question. Watching her be obedient had allowed him to let down his guard and he started to speak frankly about his… requirements.
"Not much at all. Just a good figure will do. Just like… Adriana's."
Janet's eyes sparked at the information. She scooted closer and casually asked, "Adriana? The second female lead who acted in blockbuster drama, Phoenix? Director, you do have a good eye. How long has she been serving you?"
The director took another sip from his glass, belched, and boastfully replied, "Two years!"
Janet hummed and was shocked by the sudden revelation. Lightly touching his knee, she heaved a long sigh. "It's shame that my body is no match against Adriana's. But director, I heard that your wife comes from a very powerful family. Does she know anything about it?"
As she was immersed in the conversation, Janet didn't notice the uproar that came from the entrance of the VIP Lounge. An unexpected person had walked in wearing a black retro suit holding an arrogant expression. That person was none other than the most desired man of entire country, Victor Reynolds.
"What is he doing here?" someone whispered.
"I don't know… doesn't he normally use the VVIP Lounge?"
The answer wasn't known to anyone except Zaid. Upon hearing the whispers and feeling the nervous glances, his brows rose up on his forehead as they stepped into the lavishly decorated room. His observant eyes didn't miss the fact that Janet was playing with a man who was twice her age. Swallowing hard, Zaid stole a glimpse at his president. As expected, he was furious. Victor didn't spare her another glance as he walked swiftly to the other side of the room and sat down on the leather sofa—glaring at the couple.
Zaid cleared his throat and endeavored to calm his employer down. "President… this is..."
"Cigarette!" Victor commanded.
Enraged, he watched as the girl he that favored gave all of her attention to another man.
Why won't she smile at me like that?
Zaid quickly pulled out a cigarette case from his right pocket and passed it to Victor along with a silver lighter. He stood on Victor's side, trying his best to understand what his boss had in mind. Victor took a long drag from his cigarette. Legs crossed, he sat back. The undercurrents of his anger rolled through the room as if he was the king of hell waiting to pass judgment on the couple in front of him. His blue eyes never strayed away from the woman. For the past two days, he had desperately tried to capture her—only to find her in the arms of another man. The smoke drifted over half of his face and it was hard to describe his exact expression.
Oblivious to what was going on around him, the director suddenly regained his senses after she mentioned his wife.
"Are you spying on me, bitch?" he roared, nervously looking around the room.
Janet immediately shook her head and kept her voice polite as possible. "I wouldn't dare! I was just concerned about you!"
Suddenly, she felt as if the temperature in the room dropped down below freezing. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she had the funny feeling of someone watching her. She looked around and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes looking directly at her from across the room. Janet froze and felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs.
Victor Reynolds? Again? Why?! Why can't this man leave me alone?! Arghh!
Janet felt beads of sweat roll down her spine under the pressure of his eyes and her hands started to shake. Quickly, she hauled herself up from the couch.
"Uhhh… Director! I have to use the ladies room. I'll be right back."
The director only snorted at her and forcefully pulled another woman onto his lap just as Janet was passing by. As a result, the two women bumped against each other and Janet hit the side of the table. Failing to regain her balance, she stumbled and fell to the ground. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched her button camera roll onto the floor. The director immediately noticed the tiny camera. He flew to his feet and Janet saw his face flush with anger.
"You bitch! You were recording everything? Damn it! I am going to make sure to fuck you real hard tonight."
He approached Janet and stretched out his hand to drag her up from the ground. But before his hands could touch her, a black shadow blocked his path and blocked his nasty glare from Janet's body. The director was stunned at the sudden action and jerked his eyes up to the stone faced man. Immediately, his mouth fell open.
His brows furrowed in confusion as he stuttered, "Pre… President Reynolds?"
Victor still had his cigarette in his mouth as he stared down at the old man. He took another lazy puff and said in a husky voice, "Director Martin, it's not gentlemanly behavior to raise a hand against a woman."
The director stepped back. Then looking at Janet, he yelled, "You don't know, president! That bitch! She was spying on me. She had camera in her clothes."
Amusement flickered in Victor's eyes and his lips curled up into a smile. "Is that so? Well, I am impressed!" He whipped his head back and signaled at Zaid. "Make a copy of the video and make sure that the words Director Martin spoke to Miss Kingsley come out crystal clear."
Horrified, Director Martin's eyes almost bulged out from their sockets. Flickering his eyes between Victor and Janet, he asked, "You two? President Reynolds... w-who is she… to you?"
Victor sighed and glanced down at Janet. Exhaling another cloud of smoke, he flashed her a wicked smile. "She is my future wife!"