07-12-2021, 03:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2021, 05:14 PM by ddey333. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Rich gave an expression of confusion and then turned his head quickly, so the famous star could not see his new look of disgust. What a fucking bitch, he said to himself. She could have told him about her "no autograph" rule in a much nicer and more polite way, instead of just being snotty and demeaning him and his brother at the same time Candice sighed and ran a brush through her long, perfectly-styled hair, eyeing the man from behind. She hated to be in the same elevator with someone his type. "I'm a million dollar star," she told herself. "And I have to share an elevator with some lousy repairman. This hotel should have elevators for stars. After all, lots of stars come here." "You know," Rich said, breaking the woman's train of thought. He kept looking straight ahead, not turning to peer back at her. "You must really be a good actress."
"Thanks," she said, squinting suspiciously at him. "Yeah," he added. "Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No one would really know that unless they met you for real."
"WHAT?" Candice screamed, full of rage and anger. "You can't talk to me like that!"
"Who says?" Rich asked, now turning around to face her. "Me!" she exclaimed, taking a swing and hitting him in the shoulder. Rich, who prided himself on never raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis.
Candice reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her celluar phone. "I'm going to call security on you!" she screamed. "You can't talk to me that way! I'm Candice Baker, dammit!"
"Look," Rich said, "let's just forget it, okay?"
"Wouldn't you like to do that!" she huffed. "Yeah, I would," he told her, matter of factly.
"Plus, if you call security on me, I'll get them on you too. You're the one who hit me. I did nothing but call you a spoiled little brat."
Candice stopped and looked up at him, frozen. She could not afford any bad press in the tabloid media. Those nasty reporters would carve her up if they learned that she was even accused of punching someone. Her career may take a massive hit, then she may be finished! So, Candice closed her tote-bag and looked at the repairman with a confident, sure expression.
"Okay, you got yourself a deal. Just don't bother me anymore. What floor are we up to, anyway?"
Rich glared at her then looked at the control panel. "22."
"Thanks," she said, squinting suspiciously at him. "Yeah," he added. "Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No one would really know that unless they met you for real."
"WHAT?" Candice screamed, full of rage and anger. "You can't talk to me like that!"
"Who says?" Rich asked, now turning around to face her. "Me!" she exclaimed, taking a swing and hitting him in the shoulder. Rich, who prided himself on never raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis.
Candice reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her celluar phone. "I'm going to call security on you!" she screamed. "You can't talk to me that way! I'm Candice Baker, dammit!"
"Look," Rich said, "let's just forget it, okay?"
"Wouldn't you like to do that!" she huffed. "Yeah, I would," he told her, matter of factly.
"Plus, if you call security on me, I'll get them on you too. You're the one who hit me. I did nothing but call you a spoiled little brat."
Candice stopped and looked up at him, frozen. She could not afford any bad press in the tabloid media. Those nasty reporters would carve her up if they learned that she was even accused of punching someone. Her career may take a massive hit, then she may be finished! So, Candice closed her tote-bag and looked at the repairman with a confident, sure expression.
"Okay, you got yourself a deal. Just don't bother me anymore. What floor are we up to, anyway?"
Rich glared at her then looked at the control panel. "22."
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