aze darting from one cluster of people to another, until finally, she spotted her target. Director Zic, resplendent in his tailored tuxedo, was sipping a glass of champagne and chatti

ferocity. She was a woman on a mission, and nothing was going to stand in her way. Not even the likes of Gerald, with his sneerin

re polite, but her tone brooked no argument. Director Zic looked up, his eyes flicking towards her, and Jojo could see the fai

confident. "Good evening," she said, her voice husky and smooth. "I'm Jojo, an upcoming actress with a passion for bringing com

king headshot, and it contained a carefully curated selection of her finest work. "Here's my portfolio, which includes my contact information and s

ened, and she executed another graceful bow. "Thank you fo

ller, the famous actress, called out, her voice dripping with entitlement. Jojo's eyes flicked t

ismay as they exchanged air kisses, their faces inches apart. "Who is she?"

ic replied, his tone offhand, a

spilling out like confetti. The sound of their laughter and the rustling of papers were the last things Jo

as she reached for the papers, a hand beat her to it, and she looked up to see none other than her idol, PK, holding her portfolio. The top star, whose debut she had eagerly a

, of course, but never like this - in a crowded room, with her portfolio in his hands. She swallowed the scream that threatened t

udible, as if she couldn't quite believe that

e tracing the direction he went, her heart still racing with excitement. She couldn't help but drool over the sight

od luck charm, and she had often found herself thinking of him when she needed a boost of confidence or a dash of hope. And now, after their b

d, her mind racing with possibilities. She picked up a canapé and began to eat, her thoughts whirl

oon. The only thing that was about to happen was her almost pooing on herself, thanks to the nervous but

start heading home, after all, there was nothing she was accomplishing here. As she walked down the quiet hallway, the sou

take that voice for anyone else. Was that not Mr. Perfect's voice, the

e the sound came from, she caught a glimpse of Mr. Perfect facing a figure she couldn't quite see. The only

was about to peek around the corner, Mr. Perfect's eyes suddenly locked onto hers. "Oh," she gasped, immediately turning back, her f

ng her back into the corner. "I swear I wasn't..." her words caught in her throat as he sudden

yet, as his hands traveled to her waist, pulling her closer, she felt a spark of electricity ignite within her. Who would have ever im

crumble, her body responding to the intensity of Mr. Perfect's embrace. It was as if the uni