chapter1252

The Rolls-Royce slid gracefully into the parking spot. As the door swung open, Lysander stepped out

with the soft click of his glossy leather shoes on the pavement. He was the epitome of elegance in an

immaculate black suit that didn't have a single wrinkle.

Tall and imposing, his aura was one of regal intimidation. His mere presence made everything around

him dim in comparison.

Susan’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Lysander. Despite the countless times he had rejected her

and his consistently cold demeanor towards her, she couldn't help her infatuation.

Even if he was to push her away, even with a harsh shove, she couldn’t rein in her adoration for

Lysander. Which woman wouldn’t fall for such an outstanding and handsome man?

Like a moth to a flame, she knew pursuing him was a fool's errand, yet she couldn't control the instinct

to draw near.

After exiting the car, Lysander turned and strolled towards the photo studio.

Susan felt her heart flutter and quickly turned, heading back to the studio. Inside, she saw Thalassa

busily arranging props on the set.

Rushing over, Susan approached Thalassa with a smile that was seeking favor, a stark contrast to her

earlier haughty attitude. "Thalassa, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight earlier. I was holding a grudge

because of that time you punched me, and I got a bit snippy with you."

Thalassa looked up incredulously.

Susan apologizing? Had she taken some happy pills?

"Don’t look at me like that," Susan continued, "I really do realize I was wrong. I'm about to shoot this

action-packed ad and I'm not sure if the harness will hold me properly. I'm a bit anxious about it."

"And?" Thalassa prodded, unsure of Susan's angle.

"We've got this prop to test the harness's weight limit. Could you help me out backstage with the rig? I’ll

hang a prop similar to my weight, and if the harness can take it, I’ll feel so much more at ease during

the shoot," Susan said with a reassuring smile.

Thalassa eyed her warily. "Why should I help you?"

"It's all for the job, right? If I'm nervous, I might mess up the shoot over and over. If I screw up, you

won't be able to clock out and go home to your kids. But if I'm confident, we’ll wrap up quickly and you

can go home early, spend time with your little ones. Sounds good, right?"

Susan laid out her reasoning.

"Can't you ask someone else?" Thalassa wasn't convinced.

"I don't really get along with others here. No one's willing to help me. With something like testing the

harness, I have to fend for myself. Everyone else would rather see me fail and laugh," Susan said with

a pout.

Thalassa thought about it. It made sense.

Susan's arrogance and insincerity didn't exactly endear her to anyone. Maybe everyone around did

dislike her.

And if Susan finished early, Thalassa could indeed head home sooner.

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