A Night of Desire
Chapter 440 - 433: Just Teasing You
When she didn’t take it, Clara Grant didn’t retract her hand, holding her pose. "What? You don’t want it? Or are you afraid it’s a trap?"
Sandra’s gaze shifted from the box in Clara’s hand to her face. After a long moment, she let out a sudden sneer and reached for it. "You owe me this, so why wouldn’t I take it? Besides, I doubt you’d dare pull any tricks."
Clara Grant arched an eyebrow but said nothing. The moment Sandra’s hand touched the box, however, she jerked back with a small cry. "Ah!"
Sandra was startled and immediately snatched her hand back. The movement was so abrupt that she nearly bumped into the makeup vanity, her panic and fear plain to see.
Seeing her reaction, Clara Grant couldn’t help but laugh. "Just teasing."
She glanced at the box in her hand, then back at Sandra. "Here."
When Sandra saw her laughing, she realized she’d been played. She shot Clara a furious glare and snatched the box from her hand.
Clara Grant pulled her hands back, clasping them behind her. "Also," she said, "about the role of Tina... I know I basically snatched it from you. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you with an even better role. But that’s only if you work on honing your acting and making it more consistent. If you keep messing up simple shots like you did before, then my hands are tied."
Sandra was staring at the phone box in her hands. When she heard this, she looked up, her face a mask of disbelief. "What... What do you mean?"
Clara Grant shrugged. "Exactly what it sounds like."
"You mean you’re going to pick out a good role for me in a future production?"
"Mhm. And I’ve already gotten President Quinn’s approval," Clara Grant replied with a nod.
Sandra was about to say something else when the door to the makeup room swung open. Tony walked in, saw Clara Grant, and greeted her with a smile. "Clara."
Clara Grant turned and smiled back at him. "Tony, I haven’t seen you in days. You’re looking even more stylish."
Tony laughed and had her sit down at the makeup vanity. "I haven’t seen you in days either," he said, opening his makeup case. "And you’ve gotten even more beautiful."
Sandra glanced at the two of them laughing together, slipped the phone box into her bag, and turned to walk out the door.
As soon as she was out the door, Tony glanced toward the entrance and asked Clara Grant, "Clara, Sandra wasn’t giving you trouble again, was she?"
Clara Grant shook her head. "No."
...
Sandra left the makeup room and headed for the set. As she passed the prop storage area, she stopped. Her gaze lingered on the items on the prop table for a moment, her expression complex and unreadable.
From a distance, Faye Jennings saw Sandra standing there, staring intently at something. An idea suddenly struck her, and she quickly got up and walked over.
When she reached her side, she saw that Sandra was, in fact, staring blankly at the prop table. Faye Jennings’s expression darkened for a second before she put on a warm smile. Patting Sandra’s shoulder, she said, "Sandra, is your makeup done? We have a scene together next. Come on, let’s go run our lines."
Sandra snapped out of her trance. She was touched that Faye had come over personally to get her to rehearse. She nodded, but her gaze drifted back toward the prop table.
Faye Jennings glanced at her, feigning confusion. "What is it? What are you looking at?"
"Oh, it’s nothing." Sandra, realizing she’d spaced out, quickly averted her gaze. After a pause, she added, "Faye... Clara Grant... she, just now... she gave me a new phone."
Faye Jennings noted her hesitation. Though her face remained impassive, her eyes grew cold. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And then?"