"This 'script' is trash. Logan, how many times do I have to say this? I don't want to act in this movie. Find someone else for the lead role. I am not doing this film. Oh my god! This story is inferior than every other story that I have read before. A utter trash! Where did you find this script?"
Logan lowered his head, and scratched his beard. He asked, "Can we do something about this? You have got to tell me the problem. Ms. Scarlod, we can sort it out. I mean, if it's about the pay check... I can increase the money."
"You? You will increase the money?" I mocked him. This guy works for me. I am the one who gives him money... to survive... to have a decent life in this 'colourful' world.
"I will tell them."
I shook my head in denial. "Your story... listen, Logan. This movie is going to be a disaster in the box office. Nothing can stop it. And as for the money, I don't fucking need it. Even if you increase it by 10 times... it won't be able to satisfy me. So, it's better for you to leave my house."
"Ms. Scarlod—"
"Fuck off! Dammit! How many fucking times do I need to say?! Leave it! I am not going to act in your movie," I yelled angrily. I grabbed the script from his hands. Tearing it into pieces, I threw it on his face.
Logan glared at me with the utmost hate possible on this planet.
"What? Do you want to hit me?" I taunted.
Gritting his teeth, Logan stood up and began to walk towards the front door. Just as he was about to open it, I called out his name.
"Logan."
His movements stopped abruptly.
"Do you need something, Ms. Scarlod?"
"Well... yes, perhaps. I mean, do I need to remind you to clean up your mess? Clean it. These paper pieces should be out of my sight within a minute. No, scratch that. Clean my entire house before I come back," I looked at my watch, "Logan, you have one hour."
"I am not your servant, Ms. Scarlod," hissed Logan.
I shrugged, "Yes, you are not. But do I care? Nope. Just clean it will you. Being my agent has its perks but... I have told you before... you need to leave your self-respect back at your home if you have to work for me. As your boss, I am your everything. I am above everything. So, will you start cleaning? Thank you. And Logan, don't ever try to be a broker, okay? You are my agent. I don't want you to try this again."
Saying this, I stood up and walked towards the front door. Without giving him much attention, I opened the door and walked out of the house.
The sun was glaring at me with all its power, making me regret my decision of coming out of the house. Fuck! I quickly got into my car, and started the engine. The cold air coming out of the air conditioner was purifying the 'unholy effects' of the sun.
Taking out my phone from the purse, I called Austin. After a few seconds, he answered my call.
"Mam, I have booked an appointment for you with Dr Hamilton. He is thrilled to meet you."
"Austin, I am not going on a date. I am going for a check up, and this doctor... is he good? I mean, Dr Walton did inform me about this new doctor."
"I don't know, Mam. Are your bodyguards with you?"
"No, I am going to come there alone. Is there any problem?"
I heard a deep intake of breath from the other side of the phone.
Fuck! I forgot. Tracey must have picked up Caspian from the school. I have to quickly finish my business. Without any further thought, I began driving towards the hospital.
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"So, here's your report, Ms. Scarlod. It says, 'Ms. Scarlod is a very, very... beautiful, yet that's the only thing good about her. Her physique is also... nice. But... she is a bit mentally unstable. Anger issues are evident. No self-control. Highly volatile. Selfish. Narcissistic. Alcoholic. Calls at the wrong time. Prone to sleeping with my other patients. Attacked me sometimes. Hates me. My only advice is to... don't make her angry.' Wow, that's highly detailed."
"I do agree but... Mr. Walton is a bit unstable himself, right?" I asked. Fuck it! This man is really good-looking. Is he really a doctor? The doctor, George shook his head slightly, making his golden locks waver with his 'cute' action.
"You are cute," I commented. Not breaking my flow, I put my hand over his thigh.
George fixated his gaze upon my hand. He said, "This checks the 'sleeping' part, I guess."
I frowned at his words. "Are you calling me a whore or something?"
"No, I am not. You are Dr Walton's most 'prized' patient... and that means I have a bigger responsibility. So, I am doing my job. Checking his report is accurate or not." George gently removed my hand from his thigh.
I scoffed at his action.
"Are you a virgin? Or, are you gay? Before that, let me tell you... I have got nothing against homosexuality. So, perhaps a threesome?"
George smiled at me mockingly.
"I have no interest of sleeping with my patient," refused George.
I laughed, "Not if I give you more money. Will it okay then?"
George smile widened. "As you have said yourself, Ms. Scarlod... you are not a 'whore.' So, it would be better for you to not compare me with 'them.' Are we clear?"
I nodded and replied, "Yes, we are. But I have a question. That... 'report,' Dr Walton wrote it, didn't he?"
"He did."
How dare he! I slammed my hand on my thigh, controlling the surge of anger coursing through my veins.
"When did he write it?" I gritted out.
He replied, "Dr Walton wanted me to understand his... or, my 'patients' perfectly. As their doctor, I thought it was better to know what he thought about them. Listening to his 'assessment' makes my patient's inner thought to float over to the surface. In your case, it's a bit more evident."
"Is it?" I asked him.
George nodded his head. He asked, "Shall we proceed?"