Hans nced over at Mirabe with a yful smirk. “Don’t tell me you swiped the director’s script when we weren’t looking?” Why else <b>would </b>she have made that quip about her gut feeling that things weren’t going to be too fancy when he had asked earlier?
Caught off–guard, Mirabe blinked in confusion before responding. “I’m broke. I can’t afford to bribe the director.”
Hans let out a snort ofughter<b>. </b>
[No, she didn’t snag the director’s script behind your backs. She’s been sneakily reading the livements<b>.</b><b>] </b>
(Suddenly finding her so adorable.]
Hans cleared his throat and, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, said, “Youngdy, time to dig into yourvish lunch.”
[LOL, Hans is up to no <b>good</b>.]
[Quick, take off the mask and chow down.]
Mirabe shot Hans a sidelong look, then stood up, grabbing a burger and a soda. “I think I’d rather go and slip a thank–you card with a little something to the director.”
Mirabe didn’t wait for a response and started walking out of the yard.
The cameraman made to follow her but stopped when the director’s voice came through his earpiece, instructing him otherwise.
As soon as Mirabe stepped out, Collins approached her from where he had been waiting.
Mirabe turned off her headset. “Collins.”
“How’s it going?” Collins asked with a smile, having also tuned into the live stream. He had noticed that Mirabe was truly a gem, especially with her impressive coping skills.
Mirabe pulled down her mask for a moment to sip her drink <b>and </b>replied, “Not bad.” After a brief pause, she inquired, “So, who is Heather exactly?”
She must have some clout to brazenly ask about Leo live on air, and both Hans and Gabriel seemed to treat her with respect. A nobody couldn’t pull that off, right?
Collins guessed why she was curious and answered, “Rumor has it shees from a pretty influential family<b>, </b>some big n or other. I don’t mingle much with them, so I haven’t paid much attention.”
Mirabe nodded thoughtfully.
“But you and Leo should probably give her a wide berth,” Collins added.
“Got it,” Mirabe responded coolly.
After her meal, Mirabe put her mask back on and returned to the yard.
The challenges the production team set in the afternoon proved even more tricky than the morning’s tasks. By the end of the day, everyone was thoroughly wiped out. The live recording wrapped up at five o’clock.
The first live session was a hit, with the poprity and buzz surpassing the director’s
expectations, especially regarding the enigmatic Mirabe who quickly became a highlight of the show.
Following the live stream, several entertainmentworks reached out to Walker.
After the broadcast ended, Mirabe, Leo, and Collins headed back to Ashford. It was past nine when they arrived home.
“I swear<b>, </b>my girl is a jack–of–all–trades. You absolutely killed it on the show!” Delh gushed. sitting beside Mirabe, massaging her hands while beaming with pride. She had been glued to the live stream all day and even got her coworkers hooked on it. It was the weekend, after all, so no harm done.
Leo, feeling a tad overlooked, chimed in, “And what about me?”
Before Delh could answer, Shawn jumped in with a disdainful snort. “What did you even do? Besides lounging around and being dead weight, you were practically invisible. If I were you, I’d be too embarrassed to even ask.” You could tell someone’s standing in the family just by the tone of voice.
Leo, feeling the sting of those words, thought to himself, “So, the only real child in this house is my sister, huh? The rest of us must be adopted.”
Heh, suddenly the idea of running away from home didn’t seem so bad.