After taking the picture of the symbol, Becky followed Tee to the place where everyone was. There were staff members who were greeting her, and she in turn were greeting back while Becky used the picture to do research on Google about the symbol.
But she was interrupted by the script writer, who is with Mee, and approached her.
"Becky, where were you? I was calling you, but you are not answering." Mee said.
"Ha? why?" Becky asked confused
"We were looking for you; we have a meeting to do right now with the production crew and the director." The script writer explained.
"I am sorry Tee and I were strolling around; we never thought there would be meetings going on." Becky felt bad knowing people were looking for them, yet they were lurking around the mansion like children with no responsibilities.
"It's okay Becky, it's just that the writer finally showed up and demanded changes after reading some of the script. He claimed that some parts of the script were not up to his standards and that we must rewrite them before we can start filming again" The script writer explained.
Becky followed the two as they lead the way to the room where the meeting is to be held.
When they got inside, she saw that everyone was there already, including Tee, as she was the one who left the room first before her.
As she entered, she overheard director Nuttapong speaking to a man in a white long sleeve.
Becky doesn't pay much attention to it because she can't make out who the guy is clearly.
She simply scans the room and observes that nobody is seated properly, which suggests that most people have just arrived and the meeting hasn't yet begun.
If the man is a new group member or merely a visitor, Becky wonders.
She decides to hold off on asking until the meeting has officially begun.
"Beckzy sit with us" Jim called enthusiastically and she returned with a smile and oblige imon sitting beside them.
"The author of the novel we are filming has finally arrived and has decided to fully participate in this to bring the story to life in the best way possible. We are excited to have him on board and can't wait to see his vision come to fruition on screen. The writer's input will be invaluable in ensuring that the film stays true to the original story and captures the essence of their creative vision." Director Nuttapong got all their attention by starting his dialogue in this meeting.
Everyone was now focused in the direction of Nuttapong and the man behind him. All of them are eager to see who it is, as they all can't see clearly because the person was wearing a mask, a hat, and sunglasses.
"I bet this person is ugly as he is hiding his face with that mask, and he just showed himself now after how many attempts we made to invite him," Kirk jokes in a whisper directly to Saint's ear.
"I am not asking for your opinion." Saint said he was uninterested in what Kirk just told him.
"I was jus jok-
"Get your mouth away from me; please shut it." Saint blocked Kirk from saying more, and he elegantly moved himself away from Kirk while covering his nose, indicating he didn't like the smell of Kirk's mouth.
"What the-" Kirk was about to complain, but he tried to smell his mouth, and his face crumpled.
"Let me formally and finally introduce to you our writer, Mr. Cute Guy, the creator of this master piece novel." Director Nuttapong introduced the man beside him, who took off his hat and glasses, then everyone clapped and gave an awkward nod at everyone.
"Am Sir Cute Guy. , I think it would be better if you take off your mask" Kirk joke but Saint stared at him "If you don't mind of course." Kirk added.
"Yes, we agree; we want to see your face, Mr. Author." Kade and other people inside also agreed with Kirk, while Jim excitedly nodded.
Director Nuttapong and Saint looked at Mr. Cute Guy as the writer requested to first hide his identity in order for him to agree to making the movie out of his novel without wanting anything in return. They don't know what's his purpose in all of this; every writer would want to be in his position, but why would he do such?
He even offered this house for the shoot and also invested a large amount of money for this movie to continue despite the issues that have been going around.
''Oh, my, I'm sorry; of course, I don't mind.'' Mr. Cute Guy did what the majority requested him to do, which shocked Saint, Nuttapong, and the producers.
As Mr. Cute Guy was removing his mask, everyone was focused and eager to see him. The assistant producers and the supporting and veteran actors were all waiting anxiously for Mr. Cute Guy to finish removing his mask and show his face.
Gasps was the only sound that can heard inside the room as Mr. Cute Guy finally removed his masked and showed his face to everyone while smiling showing his beautiful and even teeth.
The camera dropped, and the man who was taking pictures at that private event inside the mansion wasn't able to capture the whole face of Mr. Cute Guy as he was shocked by what he just saw.
''Hey, what happened to you? Why are you looking so pale? Did you get something interesting inside?'' His mate asked him.
The man gave the camera to his friend and got out of the car where they posted; his colleague was left inside, dumbfounded, with the food he just bought for the both of them.
''Hey Bright, where are you going.?'' His colleague shouted, but Bright just continued walking, got to his motorcycle, put on his helmet, and drove away from the place .
''What the heck just happened to him?'' The man was left inside the uttered.
Fast forward
Saint was laughing with the crew while watching Kade and Jim mess up with their lines while filming when he received a call from an unknown number. His brows creased when it called, and he didn't answer it until he managed to get to a quiet place, which is his room in this huge mansion, but the call had already stopped when he was about to answer it.
Almost all of his talents are here, so he needed to be here to check if everything is going well. He is very invested in this project and wants to ensure its success. Being present allows him to oversee and make any necessary adjustments.
Saint chose to stand on the terrace of his room and watch the view outside. The sky is so blue and the sun is shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the surrounding buildings and trees. It was a perfect day to relax and enjoy the beauty of nature.
"What a beautiful view." He uttered it as he breathed in the fresh air. And exhaled with a smile on his hands while on the pockets of his jagger pants. Saint, doesn't this place have this kind of view, and isn't it refreshing to see this? He turned his head and saw the ocean not far from here. The ocean view is breathtaking, and it's always refreshing to be near the water. It's no wonder people flock to coastal areas for vacations and relaxation.
Saint is wearing a black shirt and grey jagger pants as they all just live in here, so he chooses to wear casual clothes. He pairs his outfit with a pair of white sneakers, giving him a comfortable yet stylish look. His attire is perfect for the laid-back atmosphere of their shared living space.
As he was about to go back, his head seemed to spin, and he heard voices in his head. He tried to steady himself by holding onto the door frame, but the voices continued to grow louder and more chaotic, making him feel like he was losing his grip on reality.
Saint maintained his composure and leaned against the terrace door.
With his right hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of medication. There was a label on the bottle, and its name was Prozac. He unscrewed the cap and swallowed one pill with a gulp of water that he struggled to get from the side table of his bed.
Saint lay on his bed with half-closed eyes, facing the blue sky outside as he lay there weakly. He could hear the birds chirping while flying outside his room, and he smiled into it as his head is starting to get better and voices are slowly fading.
Saint's eyes opened when the phone in his pocket vibrated again. He took it from his pocket and immediately answered without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello" Saint replied dully on the phone because his head was still hurting.
Saint suddenly stood up " What are you saying she did?" "I'm saying that she vanished into thin air," replied the man on the other line. "I couldn't believe my eyes; it was like she was never there."
''That's why I am asking she's called she's back there already ''the on the other side said.'
"Why are you asking me if she's here? You were the one who was with her. That motherfucker, where did she go again? Look for her ." Saint shouted to the person on the phone.
"Where are you? I'm going there right now." Saint spoke angrily. He checked his watch, and it said 10 a.m. His brows creased. Why does it feel like it's not what the real time is? But he ignored the eerie feeling and looked for his keys, which he found on top of the table.
Saint hurried out and saw that it was late afternoon. He was surprised because just now, while he was sitting on the terrace, the sun was still very bright and the sky was beautifully blue. Saint realized that time had flown by while he was lost in thought. He wondered if he had missed anything important during his daydreaming.
He just shook his head and ignored it. He just thought that maybe he fell asleep and didn't notice it. He decided to get in his car and start the engine.
He looked at his watch again and noticed that it seemed to have stopped, and suddenly the digits on his smart watch were moving quickly.
The digits on his smart watch stopped moving and the time was 5:30 pm. He watched it for a few minutes and his heart rate could also be seen on its screen.
Saint took a deep breath and did not start the car, but the engine was still alive. He looked outside and saw Becky laughing as she watched Kade and Jim, who were now acting again. He noticed the person next to Becky who was looking at him; it was Tee, who was now looking in his direction full of wonder.
Saint just ignored it, started the car, and left the place completely. He didn't want to waste any more time on the matter and decided to focus on more important things. Perhaps he had a mission to accomplish or a destination to reach.
''That woman is up to something again and not telling me,'' said Saint to himself as he dialed Freen's number, but she did not answer him.
He did it a few times already, but still no answer. Saint started to feel worried as Freens always won't answer his calls when she was doing something bad. He wondered if something had happened to her.
''Hello, have you found her already?" Saint asked when Mr. Jaa was on the phone, as he was now in the city lurking around looking for Freen.
"What do you mean?" -''
''I already know that she's gone I sent someone to follow the two of them, as I knew this may happen.'' Saint beat Mr. Jaa for lying.
He knows Mr. Jaa loves Freen so much that he covers for her. Saint's actions show that he is protective of Freen and willing to take matters into his own hands to ensure her safety. It also suggests that Mr. Jaa may have been lying to protect Freen, indicating a complex dynamic between the three characters.
'' Actually I also lost her Saint.'' Mr. Jaa admitted his defeat, and I'll just admit he also lost Freen, knowing Saint has doubts about him.
"No. Nothing sir we haven't found her yet." Mr. Jaa added as a direct to Saint's first question.
''What the heck are you saying?'' Saint asked Mr. Jaa frustratedly after hearing what Mr. Jaa just said.
''Freen, where are you? If you don't tell me where you are, I will call the police for help," he threatened on the voicemail.
"Have you tracked her phone already? I am calling her she is not answering." Saint is now desperate to finding of where Freen is.
"That's actually where I am going now." Mr. Jaa answered on the line.
"Send me the addressed." Saint commanded before he ended the call.
''Where are you Freen?'' Saint uttered.