Tyrone and James were dumbstruck; all eyes in the vicinity shifted their way. Manny hurried to


    Quintessa''s side, trying to defuse the situation. "Quinn, cool it, will ya? You''re a starlet, for heaven''s


    sake. The whole crew''s watching. What if someone snaps a pic and it goes viral? That ain''t good for


    your rep."


    Quintessa shook off Manny''s grip. "I can''t care about that right now."


    There was fire zed in her eyes, which could literally incinerate Tyrone on the spot. "The check. Hand


    it over. Now." Suppressing a smirk, Tyrone nced at James, who quickly fumbled a checkbook out of


    his pocket, his hands trembling. Quintessa snatched it away. "A pen."


    James, ever the amodating assistant, produced a pen and thoughtfully removed the cap before


    handing it to her.


    Quintessa scribbled a string of zeros on the check without bothering to count them, tore it out, and


    thrust it into Manny''s hands. "Hold this for me."


    Manny nearly had his eyes popped out at the sight of all those zeros. This was a lot.


    Quintessa tossed the remaining nk checks at Tyrone. "You think I''m some kind of chump, and you


    can sell me off for a one dor? Why don''t you go rob a bank if you''re gonna be so cheap?" Tyrone


    yed the innocent. "It''s not like you paid me much more. You let me go for twenty cents."


    Quintessa couldn''t help butugh. "You think you canpare with me? I gave you twenty, which was


    double what you offered, you tightwad."


    Tyrone was speechless.


    James intervened quickly. "Ms. Quintessa Young, you can''t me Mr. York for this. Yesterday, he gave


    the check to Ms. Sullivan and let her write in the amount. She only put down one dor."


    Quintessa was livid. "That clueless woman. In times like these, what good is her pride? Even if her


    studio isn''t worth much, I sure am. I, Quintessa, have the looks, the body, and the talent. And she sells


    me for one dor? How am I supposed to show my face in this town again?"


    Tyrone tossed the nk check back to James and straightened his clothes, which had been ruffled by


    Quintessa. "With the way you set your own price, you don''t sound like a new employee. You''re acting


    more like the boss."


    Quintessa shot him a look. "Even the boss would be a bargain for you. With an employee like me, you


    should just go to bed and count yourself lucky."


    With a thought crossing Quintessa''s mind, she sized up Tyrone. "Though the position of the boss''s


    lady, I could be somewhat interested."


    Tyrone tilted her chin up. "Then work hard for it! It''s not impossible to go from employee to boss''sdy."


    Quintessa knocked his hand away. "I''ve got something to tell you. Come with me."


    They moved to a quieter spot, and Quintessa''s expression turned dead serious. "Since you''re my boss,


    I might as well make use of you. I need you to look someone up for me."


    "Who?"


    "I''ll text you the details after we wrap up the shoot."


    "All this mystery?"


    Quintessa stepped closer, nearly pressing against Tyrone. "Don''t ask why, and don''t ask what I n to


    do. Just find out where he is now, that''s all. As for the rest, mind your own business. I won''t be telling


    you anything."


    Tyrone leaned in, enveloping her in his presence. "You think I can''t find out on my own?"


    Quintessa scoffed. "Be my guest. But just remember, curiosity killed the cat."


    Tyrone had his gaze linger on her eyes, and finally set on her lips, which were still marked with a small


    wound. His mood suddenly lifted. "Consider it done. Let''s call it a wee gift for the new employee."Content ? N?velDrama.Org.