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Galilea gathered her wits, her words finally forming. “Sorry. I’m a friend of Sabrina’s. She’s
currently occupied. Although I don‘t quite grasp the details, I will relay your message to
her.”
Murray harbored no suspicions. “Thank you. Please do inform her.”
Upon concluding the call, Galilea promptly returned the phone to Sabrina’s handbag,
ensuring it resumed its original position.
She cast her gaze upon the bustling crowd, her mind in a whirl.
In the subsequent scenes, Galilea’s attention wandered, causing her to falter and fail to
complete her filming.
The director’s expression soured, his dissatisfaction palpable as he addressed Galilea,
“Your character should exude confidence. What’s going on here? You appear burdened
with guilt! I am beginning to question whether you’ve committed some wrongdoing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtForget it. Let’s start filming fighting scene first. You can have a rest and pull yourself
together.”
Then, the director summoned the crew to bring Sabrina to the set.
In his eyes, Galilea, a seasoned actress, paled in comparison to a newcomer standing in
for her.
After Sabrina completed her part, Galilea resumed filming. While not entirely composed,
she displayed marked improvement compared to her earlier distractions.
Following the director’s command to halt the scene, Sabrina gracefully bestowed the down
jacket upon Galilea.
A midday rendezvous for lunch with the crew unfolded, prompted by Galilea’s impending
afternoon filming.
As Sabrina approached with a tray of delectable sustenance for Galilea, her ears perked
up to the dulcet tones of Galilea engaging in a phone conversation within the confines of
the van. Apparently, the call emanated from her studio, bearing the news that an
assortment of scripts had been dispatched for her to peruse.
Sabrina possessed prior knowledge of two of these scripts, both boasting considerable
potential in the ensuing season. Coveted by actors far and wide, these narratives had
garnered significant attention.
One of the scripts bore the indelible mark of a renowned director-scriptwriter duo,
veterans of countless collaborations and recipients of numerous accolades. It was poised
to be a monumental undertaking.
She checked the remaining scripts, discovering that they too derived their inspiration from
beloved s that had already garnered considerable acclaim.
Sabrina couldn’t help but be taken aback by this revelation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDuring the intermissions of these past couple of days, Sabrina had gleaned tidbits from
the crew’s conversations, affording her a modicum of insight into this industry’s dynamics.
Those who had the privilege of cherry-picking scripts typically fell into two categories:
either they held sway over a devoted fan base or wielded financial clout to support the
production.
Galilea, once the darling of a fervent following, had witnessed her fan base dwindle during
her six-month hiatus and endured the taint of scandal of being a third party. Consequently,
Galilea found herself relegated to a supporting role in this upcoming series.
But how could she pick the script now? Was it because of Elton?
Elton had propelled the Clifford family to soaring heights with his swift progress and
cemented his position within the realm of Mathias. However, once Tyrone severed ties with
Galilea, Elton, too, had severed his connection with Galilea. Elton wouldn’t offer assistance
to Galilea any longer, right?
Conceivably, there might be other underlying factors at play.
Galilea, unruffled as though she had anticipated this, instructed to dispatch the script to
her later in the evening. She would diligently sift through them to select the cream of the
crop.
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