Chapter 12 {Pain And Disbelief}

Angelina nodded, a small smile on her face.

"Thank you," she said, clearly pleased by the compliment.

"I'm glad I could prove you all wrong."

The other panel members nodded in agreement, clearly impressed by Angelina's confidence and talent.

The panel of judges continued to discuss amongst themselves, clearly impressed by Angelina's audition. The old lady spoke up again.

"You know, we were planning on holding auditions for the villain role for a few more days, but seeing your performance, I think we can end the auditions here."

The other panel members nodded in agreement, clearly on board with the old lady's suggestion.

"Yes, you've definitely made a strong impression," the man who had earlier mentioned Angelina's lack of experience said.

"We don't think anyone else will be able to match your performance."

"Um," Angelina said.

The panel of judges looked at Angelina, waiting for her to respond.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" the old lady asked, a small smile on her face.

Angelina took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful," she began, her voice cold and indifferent.

"But I have a few conditions before I accept the role."

The panel of judges raised their eyebrows, clearly surprised by Angelina's unexpected request.

" Conditions?" one of the men said, a bit taken aback.

"What kind of conditions are you talking about?"

Angelina took a deep breath before listing her conditions.

"First, I want a private trailer on set, so I can prepare for my scenes without any distractions. Second, I want a say in the creative process, specifically in regards to the character's development and wardrobe choices. Third, I want a higher salary than what is being offered for this role."

The panel of judges were taken aback by Angelina's list of demands.

"Those are quite a lot of conditions," one of the men said, a bit surprised by Angelina's boldness.

The old lady looked at Angelina, clearly impressed by her confidence.

"Those are some pretty steep demands," she said, a small smile on her face.

"But we're open to negotiation."

The panel of judges continued to discuss amongst themselves, clearly weighing the pros and cons of meeting Angelina's demands.

After a few moments, the old lady spoke up again.

"Alright, we're willing to meet your conditions," she said, a small smile on her face.

"However, we have a few counter-offers."

Angelina raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the panel's counter-offers.

"Alright, I'm listening," she said, her voice cold and indifferent.

Angelina raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the panel's counter-offers.

"Alright, I'm listening," she said, her voice cold and indifferent.

The old lady took a deep breath before listing the counter-offers.

"First, we're willing to give you a private trailer on set, but you'll have to share it with one other person. Second, we're open to your input on the character's development and wardrobe choices, but the final decision will be made by the director and producers. Lastly, we're willing to increase your salary, but it won't be as much as you're asking for."

"Okay," Angelina said she let out a sigh as she shook her head she really didn't care to much about this.

The panel of judges looked at Angelina, waiting for her response to the counter-offers.

"Those are fair counter-offers," the old lady said, a small smile on her face.

"So, what do you say?"

"I agree. Who do I have to share it with the private trailer?"

The old lady chuckled at Angelina's question.

"That's a good question," she said.

"We haven't decided yet. But we'll let you know who you'll be sharing the trailer with once we've figured it out."

The panel of judges nodded in agreement.

"Alright then," the old lady said, a small smile on her face.

"It's settled then. Congratulations, you got the part."

Angelina nodded, a small smile on her face.

"Thank you," she said, her voice still cold and indifferent.

The panel of judges chuckled, clearly amused by Angelina's unflinching demeanor.

Angelina walked and Charlotte stormed over at Angelina.

"Why are you sad did the not want you!? Oh my is it because you suck?" Charlotte said trying to humiliate Angelina who chuckled and pushed Charlotte away gently,

"Maybe I did maybe I didn't," Angelina said indifferently.

Charlotte's face twisted in anger, clearly frustrated by Angelina's indifference.

"Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes.

"We all know you're a terrible actress. The panel of judges probably saw right through you."

Angelina licked her lips together before she crossed her arms and walked outside Charlotte followed her and grabbed Angelina hand.

Angelina stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at Charlotte, clearly annoyed by her actions.

"Let go of my hand," she said coldly, her voice firm.

Angelina stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at Charlotte, clearly annoyed by her actions.

"Let go of my hand," she said coldly, her voice firm.

Charlotte tightened her grip on Angelina's hand, a smug smile on her face.

"Why should I?" she said, a hint of mockery in her voice.

"I just want to have a little chat with you."

Angelina sighed the next moment Angelina pulled her hand away. Charlotte stumbled backwards.

Charlotte lost her balance and stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, clearly surprised by Angelina's unexpected move.

Angelina looked down at Charlotte, her expression cold and indifferent.

"Did you really think you could grab me like that?" she said, her voice sharp.

"Angelina! Manson Mayers hated you and both him and Cora are getting married!" Charlotte said. Angelina touched her long raven hair and twisted around her slender finger.

"Why should I care? Cora can have him," Angelina said with disgust one was her ex best friend who pretended to be her friend while the other pretended to like her. It has been six years and she doesn't care anymore.

Charlotte looked at Angelina in disbelief, clearly shocked by her nonchalant attitude.

"What do you mean, you don't care?" she said, her voice filled with anger.

"Manson was your fiancé, and Cora was your best friend! How can you be so indifferent about this?"

Angelina rolled her eyes, clearly bored by Charlotte's question.

"Because I don't care about either of them," she said coldly.

"Manson was a jerk who cheated on me, and Cora betrayed our friendship. They mean nothing to me now."

Charlotte stood up and pointed at Angelina.

"You bitch! You just a whore with your bastard kids! I bet you that your daughter will be a whore just like her mother!" Charlotte said.

Smack.

The slap was so hard that Charlotte lip burst open.

"Charlotte how dare you insult my children or even my little girl, talk ill about them again I will slap you until you can't be recognized by your own fans," Angelina said in a menacing voice.

Charlotte held her hand against her cheek, clearly in shock from Angelina's unexpected reaction.

"You... you hit me!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pain and disbelief.

Angelina took a step closer to Charlotte, her eyes filled with anger.

"Don't you ever insult my children again," she said, her voice low and threatening.

"I won't hesitate to do worse than slap you."

"Angelina! You and your daughter will be nothing but slutty whore!" Charlottle snapped Angelina who eyes became so cold as ice. How dare she insult her five year old daughter.

Slap.