"Flirting Games and Bathroom Breaks."

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Back then, the "Four Leading Actresses" were way more savage with their feuds than today's stars. They'd call each other out by name, no holding back at all.

"Are you seriously clueless or just pretending? Trying to piss me off, huh?"

David grinned. "Come on, I don't have time to care about that crap. Been busy chasing girls, you know?"

"Really?"

Elizabeth looked skeptical. Knowing this guy's style, could he really not be keeping tabs on all the female stars?

"Of course. I'm just a simple fan of Scarlett's looks, that's it. Totally pure."

"Tch, you just want to sleep with her. What, you think I'm not as good-looking?"

David glanced at Elizabeth's chest and thought, Girl, where do you get the confidence to say that?

We're talking about Scarlett here — just like Clara, she made it big purely because of her looks.

And you wanna compete with her on looks?Why not just stick to your 'talented actress' route and stop clogging up the pretty girl lane?

Elizabeth caught the look in David's eyes and got so mad her flat chest actually hurt. She headbutted him hard.

David winced. "Sis, it's not a crime to admit someone else's good points. Scarlett did get famous because she's gorgeous."

"Ugh, men! All the damn same, a bunch of horny pigs!"

"That's just how we are. New to the club?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Forget Tom, he's a lost cause. Barbara's husband. And Lana? She's dating a director from our company now."

"I know — Willow, right?"

"You do keep up with this gossip."

Elizabeth pouted. "Margaret — you better stay away from her. She's a party girl. Especially guys like you, the handsome ones. And that Fawn girl too, same deal."

David's eyes lit up. "Even better. Good girls shouldn't be missed, and bad girls shouldn't be spared. I'm no saint myself anyway."

Elizabeth: "..."

Damn, forgot this dude's trash too. He's the type to gift his ex something and still stuff it in a damn plastic bag.

They walked into the artists' lounge.

"Yo, if it isn't Elizabeth! Fresh off a blockbuster — look at that aura now!"Tom joked warmly.

David stepped up and held out his hand. "Brody, I'm David."

Because of Barbara, David didn't bother being overly polite, showing he considered Brody close.

Tom grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go. "My wife keeps mentioning you at home. So? You two got something going on?!"

David panicked. "Brody, it wasn't me — that night, it was your wife who—"

Tom: ?????

Boy, you better explain yourself properly. If you touched my wife, I'll kill you!

"Alright, knock it off, you two!" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "How old are you guys, still messing around?"

Tom laughed and threw his arm around David's shoulders. "My wife's friends are my friends. From now on, I've got your back at the company."

David smiled. "Then I'm counting on you, Brody."

"No problem!"

Just then two pretty girls came up.

"Whoa, lucky us today. A real hottie! Hi there, I'm Margaret," one said, flashing a big smile.

"I'm Fawn! Seriously, what the hell do you eat? You're so hot! And ripped too — you work out? Got a girlfriend?"

Elizabeth gave Fawn a side-eye. "Can you not start flirting the second you see a handsome guy?"

Fawn wasn't fazed at all. "He's not your boyfriend, is he? Mind your business."

Fawn was born and raised in Beverly Hills. She snagged a Teen Choice Award at seventeen, super proud and fiery. No way was she going to show Elizabeth any respect, even if she was the top American star overseas.

Elizabeth watched as David and Fawn hit it off instantly, looking all flirty. She couldn't even be bothered to step in.

Fawn laughed so hard she practically collapsed, slapping David's chest again and again, her eyes practically sparkling.

Honestly, if there weren't so many people around, these two would probably be doing it right there.

Damn, this dude is dangerous with the flirting.

Elizabeth glared at David, seeing he was basically itching to run wild, and was absolutely fuming.

Later, David and Fawn "went to the bathroom" together. God knows what they did there.

When they came back, David's lips were a little red — clearly Fawn's lipstick.

There was even a little lipstick smudge on his pants.

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On the drive back.

Elizabeth was driving, ranting the whole way. "See? There's no such thing as a 'good girl' in this circle."

David nodded seriously. "Exactly why I fit right in. This place is perfect for me."

Elizabeth was so mad she didn't say another word, just stared straight ahead and drove.

Right then, her phone started ringing.

"Pick it up for me."

"Okay."

David casually reached over to her pants pocket.

"Where do you think you're grabbing?! It's in the back! Why are you reaching there?!"

"I had to look for it, didn't I?"

David finally fished the phone out. Elizabeth's face was burning red, clamping her legs together.

This guy did that on purpose, didn't he? He's way too good with his hands!

Just a couple of moves and she was already — ahem — feeling things. She quickly squeezed her legs together to keep it from getting obvious.

David put the phone on speaker.

Tome's voice came through:"Where are you guys? My wife just called — she wants you both to join us for dinner."

Elizabeth asked, "Where at?"

Tom gave the address. Elizabeth spun the wheel and changed course.

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An hour later.

They pulled up at a private restaurant called "Ma Family's Kitchen."

The table was already set with a feast, plus a few bottles of fancy liquor. The four of them sat down.

Barbara raised her glass first. "Come on, a toast to welcome David to the team!"

They clinked glasses and, in perfect sync, David, Barbara, and Elizabeth all knocked back their drinks in one shot.

Damn, two shots down the hatch just like that? Tom, a heavy drinker himself, couldn't hide the grin on his face.

Nice, another drinking buddy.

Tom personally poured David another shot, laughing. "Hey, why do your sister and Elizabeth call you 'David' so affectionately?"

"Feels friendlier that way," David smiled.

"Bullshit."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and spilled the truth. "He's such a player that back in the day we called him 'Player David.' Later it got shortened to just 'David.'"

Tom nodded. Makes sense.Dude had barely joined the company and he was already all over the actresses.

Total player, alright.

"Then I'll call you David too!"

David lifted his glass and clinked it with Tom's. "However you wanna call me, the more affectionate the better."

"Haha, deal!"

Tom took another big swig. He really liked David — bold, open, and hilarious, never awkward.

"Hey David, where you from?" Tom asked.

David looked at him and said, "You mean my hometown or my parents' place?"

"Both, I guess."

"My hometown's the Mapleawood Estates. As for my parents... They've got places on Ocean Drive in Miami and also near Times Square. They kinda have a lot of houses."

Tom, Barbara, and Elizabeth just stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What?!"

"....."