After a week back home, Mica has been working day and night to finally get Walking Media’s initial big and small tasks sorted out.


    During the week, Mica not only attracted several actresses, but also signed several first-time directors.


    Mica has seen all of their debut works and closely studied their genres and styles, and is quite impressed by their talent.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    The news of Agueda’s departure from the Amengual Group’s camp was so shocking that it attracted a group of third and fourth rate actors to contact Mica on a regr basis.


    Among them is an old acquaintance of Mica’s who could not be more familiar.


    Aida, the assistant, came into the office and said, “Boss, there’s an artist named Kemena outside who wants to meet you and says she wants to try out for a scene and if you’re satisfied, she can sign with you immediately.”


    Kemena.


    Long time no see.


    Mica said with an unhinged face, “I’m too busy to see her now, Aida, hold her steady and tell her to wait, I’ll give her a tryout today.”


    “Okay, boss.”


    Mica called Pastora: “Passepartout, ask with you, what has happened with Kemena in thest two years and how did ite down to reporting to my smallmunicationpany?”


    Pastora said, “She used to use Nico’s name to make connections with capital, but in thest two years, Nico has made it clear to all the capitalists in the circle that she doesn’t know Kemena, and if she continues to use her banner to deceive, she will sue. She used to get some attention by portraying you, but in thest two years you have disappeared and she has lost her gimmick, so her resources are scarce. She must have seen that big names like Agueda havee to your littlepany with their own battalions, and yourpany is desperate to sign several actors, so Kemena came to you because she wanted to be the patriarch of your little temple, to take a chance and turn her bike into a motorcycle.”


    Mica nodded slightly and said, “Understood.”


    Pastora asked curiously, “What are you going to do with it when I go to yourpany for an interview?”


    The officendline rang again and Mica smiled, “I have a calling in, I’ll tell youter.”


    “Looks like it’s time for Kemena to light a candle for herself…”


    …


    After Mica finished with her business without panicking, Aida knocked on the door again.


    “Boss, that Miss Matamoros seems to be getting a little impatient in the waiting.”


    Mica closed the file and said, “Send her to the conference room, and yes, send Director Mateo and Screenwriter Sr for an audition, give the script to Screenwriter Sr and have Miss Matamoros audition just for this scene.”


    Aida was a bit stunned, “Aren’t you going to check it out, boss?”.


    “Director Mateo and scriptwriter Sr are firm in their work and have a good eye for people, and I have othermitments, so I won’t go.”


    “Yes, I’m going to go get them now.”


    By the time Kemena started auditioning for the scenes in the conference room, Mica was sitting in front of theputer, watching the real-time monitoring of the conference room.


    On the screen, Kemena is acting out a schizophrenic, self-perpetuating performance of a psychopath.


    Kemena kept pping herself.


    But Mateo’s director frowned, “He’s not tough enough to y a psychopath.”


    Kemena’s face, swollen by herself, even spilled a little blood from the corner of her mouth, but the interviewer was still not satisfied.


    Finally, Kemena was sent off at random.


    Mica switched off the surveince and called Pastora back, “Passepartout, ask you again about Kemena. ”


    Pastora smiled thievingly and said, “Tell me, what did you do to that bitch Kemena a moment ago?”.


    Mica raised her eyebrows slightly and said calmly, “It wasn’t much, just letting her p her face a couple of times during the audition, that’s not too much, is it?”


    “I knew you weren’t going to let her off the hook again, but of course, it’s just a few ps on the wrist, she’ll get themter. Just now, I looked into Kemena’s past. Kemena is not a great person, but she has a knack for getting into trouble, and has had affairs with several fresh young men, but she has no reputation, so the gossips don’t bother to mess with her.”


    “Then I might as well bother thete master to keep watch with me and hope for a rabbit.”


    “No problem.”


    Mica hung up the phone and checked the operations of Matamoros Solid Wood Furniture Group.


    In the past two years, the number of furniturepanies has increased and the Matamoros Group’s solid wood furniture has not innovated, which does not make Mica optimistic, as more and more young people are turning to low-costminated wood or Japanese log furniture, while the purchase of antique mahogany furniture has declined considerably, and La familia Matamoros factory is still producingrge quantities of antique mahogany furniture. The Matamoros family factory continues to producerge quantities of antique mahogany furniture.


    Beltran’s stubbornness and reluctance to pay high prices for furniture designers drove the cost of design down and down, so that the furniture became a pile of broken wood with no style or materials.


    Coupled with the growing number ofpetitors and the increasing ease of buying furniture online, The Matamoros family has yet to open direct purchasing channels on online tforms and continues to operate in the old way, supplying only a few shopping malls and decorationpanies on a regr basis.


    Furniture sales are deteriorating.


    The way to cripple a declining business overnight is to simply cut off all its regr partners.


    …


    At night, a blue BMW, in the distant countryside, shakes violently.


    Half an hourter, Kemena hurried out of the BMW, without clothes, to get into the car next to his.


    At the hidden address, Mica and Pastora are in the car, monitoring on theirptops what is happening in the car.


    Inside that blue BMW, there are miniature surveince cameras.


    Pastora covers her face: “Damn!”


    Mica used the USB stick she had with her to copy all the videos of the excited excitement that had taken ce earlier in the car.


    Pastora said, “This Kemena is a real troublemaker, she is about to marry Mr. Gardo, I don’t know how she will react when she sees the video of the racy gate photo of her fiancee, when is she going to reveal the true nature of this woman?”


    Mica was in no hurry and said, “Now is not the best time, since my goal is to bring Kemena down and she likes the limelight so much, I must choose a crowded asion, and the wedding ceremony would be very appropriate.”


    “…”


    Absolute.


    Pastora said, “As the saying goes, don’t mess with a woman, only a viin and a woman are hard to raise. Especially a woman as beautiful and skilled in the art of scheming as you. Perfect, perfect.”


    Mica put on her seat belt and said, “Drive,e on, after a busy day, treat yourself to ate dinner.”


    …


    Kemena had just left the far field in her car when Beltran’s call came in.


    “Hey, Dad, what’s up?”


    “Kemena, something has happened to our family business! Some of our business partners called me out of the blue today and told me that we no longer have to supply them with anything. If we can’t sell these products, thepany’s capital won’t be able to cope.


    When Kemena heard the news, he said with annoyance and anxiety, “Dad, I told you long ago that our family’s crappy factory has stopped making money, and you refused to listen to me when I told you to shut it down. You’d better find your own way.”


    “After all, Mr. Gardo is your fiance, and if we’re in trouble in La familia Matamoros, he might have something to offer!”


    Kemena bit her lip and snorted, “He’s somewhere in pleasure right now! You might as well ask a ghost for help.”


    “What is this … this … what’s it going to do?”


    On the other end of the phone, Beltran was so excited and anxious that he couldn’t speak.


    Kemena was so distracted that she didn’t notice Beltran’s difference on the other end of the phone and simply hung up.


    But when Kemena returned to La familia Matamoros, she walked into the house and saw Beltran on the floor, with little pills scattered around him.


    That’s the medicine to take for a stroke.


    Beltran had a stroke and passed out.


    “Dad! Dad!”


    …


    Pastora dragged Mica to Yi Pin Jie on River Feast Road for ate-night snack.


    After a hearty midnight snack at the Pit, Mica caught a glimpse of the River Feast Road apartment building, not far away, rising into the sky.


    It was the first ce Nico gave her to live and it was here that Nico gave her a doll car.


    She said to me, “Buy it if you like it, have your eyes on it and say no.


    It was then that she took the initiative and hugged him.


    Because what shecked most was that tant favoritism.


    The unlucky ones always spend their lives curing their childhood, so much so that, with that little preference for Nico, she is ready to sink to the bottom.


    He who always eats sugar does not know the sweetness of a candy, and he who always eats bitterness, a candy can only be bought easily.


    I’m afraid Nico’s doll cart had easily bought all his affection in the beginning, so after that, he was everywhere in the rtionship, humble as dust.


    After breaking up with Pastora, Mica took a casual stroll along the river party trail alone.


    But as she walked, I made my way to the entrance of the River Feast Road Apartments.


    The electronic code on the apartment door, she still remembered, was her birthday number, and wondered if Nico had changed it since then.


    Unconsciously, Mica pressed the code and the door, with a click, opened.


    The loft-style apartment was on two floors, with a bedroom upstairs and a living room and kitchen downstairs. As soon as she enters, Mica realizes that the ce hasn’t changed much from the first time she lived there.


    On the cloth sofa downstairs was the doll Nico had given her at the beginning.


    Mica reached over and stroked the doll’s silky hair.


    Mica took out her cell phone, turned on her camera and took a picture of the doll.


    Right after the shot, there was a movement at the door to open it.


    Mica’s heartbeat elerated sharply as she searched her eyes.


    There could be no one but Nico to open the door at this time of day….


    Click.


    The door opened again.


    Nico was in the area on business and was passing by, so he walked over to sit down.


    In the two years that Mica has been away, she has oftene to sit in her little loft in Luna Bay, in the blue sea or in her apartment on River Feast Road.


    For these are the residences where Mica’s life is most plotted.


    Nico walked over to the couch, sat down and noticed that the doll sitting on the back of the couch had fallen off, Nico ced that doll well and put it away, with tenderness in his eyes, he murmured, “Stay still, skin when I’m gone, don’t move.”


    With a nce, Nico saw a trail of water-stained footprints, not his own, on the clean, shiny floor.


    It stretched all the way to the second floor staircase.


    It was drizzling outside and the floor was wet.


    So the soles of your shoes will, inevitably, be covered in watermarks.


    But the password to the house was known only to her, apart from him.


    This neighborhood is well protected and break-ins are unlikely.


    Nico’s pounding heart beat fiercely in the darkness of the night.


    He rose slowly from the couch and looked up to the second floor, where he suddenly dared not speak or move loudly.


    He walked cautiously, step by step, up the stairs, moving extremely slowly.


    Even in those steps, there was caution.


    Fear, fear of chasing her away.