"Just get the fuck out, Zane. I'm being very patient with you because Madeline is here. But you're wearing my patience down," Lance said coldly.
"I—I will do anything if I get a role! Please, just let me be on the set!" Zane continued begging. He knew that his real self wouldn't even think about begging, but he had been missing her a lot, and this longing would be cured temporarily as long as he could see Madeline in person.
Lance didn't give a damn about his begging. All he wanted to do was kick this bastard away, knowing that Zane just wanted to see Madeline in person again.
Lance rose, ready to drag this bastard out of the room before he influenced Madeline's mind, "You need to get the fuck out before I—"
"Wait, Lance," Madeline interrupted. "I think we can give him a chance."
Lance's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me? Maddy, this is Zane Eastwood! That bastard who almost ruined your career a while back!"
