Claire's POV
I laid down on the stage after taking a deep breath as I was ready to perfect my role. Acting as a sick person when you were perfectly fine wasn't easy, but I coughed softly, trying to look weak and frail. I shifted my posture, letting my limbs go limp and my expression slack. Slowly, I began to immerse myself in the role.
But the producer suddenly slammed the desk in front of him, and the sharp sound echoed through the room. His glare was fierce as he growled, "Is that how you are going to act?!"
I jerked upright and quickly rose to my feet. My heart pounded as I tried to figure out what I had done wrong to make him this angry. The hostility was clearly etched into his features.
"Yes," Damian spoke up as his piercing gaze was fixed on me. "Mr. Ralph is absolutely right. You are too good to be stuck in such a minor role!" He said as Evander glared at him as if he had something to say but stopped himself for some reason.
