The agent winked at her assistant, who immediately caught on with a knowing grin.
"C'mon, Giselle, you're the fairy godmother of the industry. There's no rush to reinvent yourself," the assistant coaxed with a smile.
Despite their tag-team encouragement, Giselle could not shake off the feeling of unease. The thought of being upstaged by a newcomer like Ivy gnawed at her - she could not rest until she had put this upstart in her place.
“I’ll show her. She’s a novice. Let’s see if she can hold a candle to me!”
The morning shoot wrapped up, and Ivy, having no scenes in the afternoon, decided to head back to the hotel to relax and review her script.
Stepping out of the set, Ivy saw Giselle waiting by a sleek SUV, her face breaking into a smile. "Ivy, over here. I need a word with you."
Ivy was not fond of Giselle, nor did she wish to entangle herself more than necessary.
But there she was, summoning her with such warmth in front of everyone. Ignoring her would stir the rumor mill.
After a moment’s hesitation, Ivy approached with a forced smile. "What's up, Giselle?"
Giselle beamed, taking Ivy’s hand with feigned affection. “Just got back from a hospital visit and bumped into you. How about we grab a bite together?”
"No, thanks, Giselle. I really should get back and check out the script," Ivy declined without a beat.
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