Even though Jamar held nothing but contempt for the coach inwardly, his expression gave nothing away.

    Pursing his lips in feigned hurt, Jamar protested, “You can’t just y favorites with Zack and ignore me like this. This stuff’s way too base for me Foring

    don’t you me to sit through it is just a waste of my time and energy,

    think?”

    The acting coach pointed at him. “So you think that I’m wasting your time? In that case, don’t bothering to ss anymore, starting tomorrow

    Jamar’s eyes welled up with tears. “Are you picking on me on purpose? That’s so unfair! I’m going to report this to Ms. Lambert!”

    The acting coach was not the least bit intimidated–in fact, he was counting on Jamar toin. “Go ahead! Ms. Lambert is fair–minded. I’m sure once she hears the whole story, she won’t be taking your side,” he said.”

    Jamar bit his tip. These people are only this bold because I don’t have anyone backing me yet. But once I get on Ms. Lambert’s good side, things will bbe /bdifferent. Nobody will dare speak to me like this again,‘ he thought.

    “Still not convinced?” the acting coach asked.

    Jamar wisely chose not to aggravate the situation. If the acting coach brought this up to Skr, it could threaten his standing within thepany.

    Jamar was not about to risk getting on Skr’s bad side over something so minor.

    Jamar, with exaggerated sincerity, apologized, “I was wrong just now–I shouldn’t have talked back to you like that. I’m really sorry. Please forgive me.

    The coach was no fool–he could tell Jamar’s apology was not genuine. Jamar was only ying nice to avoid getting reported to Skr.

    Still, it was not that big of a deal. Since Jamar had already apologized, the coach decided to let it slide this time.

    He felt there was no point burning bridges over something so minor.

    This time, the coach decided to overlook it—but next time Jamar crossed the line, he would not be so lenient.

    “Let’s get back to ss,” he said curtly.

    After ss, Jamar made a beeline for Skr’s office. Seeing that Skr was still busy, Jamar stood outside the ss wall, takeaway box in hand, fixing his hair and making sure he looked presentable.

    He knocked lightly on the door. “Ms. Lambert?”

    “Come in.” Skr did not even look up from her work as she said curtly, “What is it?”

    Jamar stepped forward, set the lunchbox down in front of her, and shed a dazzling smile. “Ms. Lambert, I noticed you’ve been working for hours without a break. I made this just for you. Please, give it a try.”

    Skr gave the box a quick nce. “No need. I’m busy right now. You can have it.”

    “Ms. Lambert, I spent hours preparing this specially for you. I’d really appreciate it if you’d just give it a try,” Jamar said.

    Skr, thoroughly annoyed by the constant pestering, put down her work and said sternly, “I’ve told you–just focus on doing your job, and you’ll get what you deserve.”

    Jamar said, “Ms. Lambert, I’ve been madly in love with you since the very first moment I saw you.”

    Tears welled up in his eyes. He added, “If you can ept Mr. Yates, why can’t you ept me? Is it because I’m merely ba /bbstruggling /bbactor /bbwhile /bbhe’s /bban /baward–winning actor? I don’t want anything–just the chance to stay by your side.”

    Just as Jamar’s voice wavered with emotion, two tears slid down his face–right on cue. He leaned forwardb, /bstretching out a hand bto /bsp bSkr’s /bbwhere /b

    bit /brested bon /bthe desk.

    Skr jerked back instinctively, springing to her feet to avoid his touch. She was just about to scold him when her eyes caught the btwo /bbfigures /bbstanding /bba /bthe door. Embarrassedb, /bshe bit her lip.

    Skr blurted out, “What are you guys doing here?”

    “If we hadn’t shown up, we would’ve missed this show, wouldn’t we?” Yosef said, walking in with Adam in his arms.

    Yosef’s icy re swept over Jamar as he moved to stand beside Skr. “Honey,” he said coldly, “Which clueless bastard is trying to hit on byou /bwhile bI /bwas gone?”

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