Into The Spotlight.
Angel's Point Of View
“Follow me.”
His voice was curt, cold, and devoid of warmth. Without another word, he turned and led us out of his office, his long strides making it clear he expected me to keep up.
I followed behind, unable to stop my eyes from roaming over the broad expanse of his back. His suit, fresh and white as always, stretched across his powerful shoulders.
My fingers twitched at my sides as my mind betrayed me with a dirty thought—how good it would feel to cling to him while he…..
I shut my eyes briefly, willing the dangerous thought away.
Focus, Angel.
Raul had an undeniable obsession with white. In the short time I’d known him, I’d never seen him wear any other color. It was always white—pristine, untouchable, almost like a statement. A man who was unreachable, above the mess of emotions that plagued ordinary people.
We entered a bustling section of the company where employees were glued to their desktops, their fingers dancing over keyboards.
Others hurried around, clutching stacks of files, papers, and cameras—each person seemingly lost in their own world of deadlines and creative demands.
A bald man approached us, dressed in an oversized pair of beige slacks and a baggy blue shirt tucked into his pants that made him appear comical.
His suspenders ran from the front to the back, reminding me of an old British gentleman from a history documentary.
He bowed slightly. “Good morning, sir.”
Raul didn’t bother replying, his attention focused on the tasks at hand.
“The scripts for The Black Week?” He asked—or rather, ordered.
“Oh, yes, sir. It’s ready.” The man replied quickly.
“That wasn’t what I asked, Mr. Warwick,” Raul snapped, his voice laced with annoyance. The man’s face paled, and he visibly swallowed his nervousness.
“I...I.. I’m so sorry, sir! I’ll go get them right away,” Warwick stammered before scurrying off.
I folded my arms across my chest and glanced up at Raul, who stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Was he always this uptight? Or was it because of what I said back in his office?
Standing beside him, I couldn’t ignore how small I felt—even with my heels, they did little to bridge the gap between our heights.
Moments later, Mr. Warwick returned, carrying a bulky stack of stapled papers.
“Here are the scripts, sir. The other characters have received theirs; only the lead male and female scripts remain.”
Raul took the papers and flipped through them with a sharp eye. His jaw clenched slightly, his brows drawn in a straight, unyielding line.
Damn! He looked utterly ravishing. I found everything he does sexy, he turned me on so many ways that were unexplainable.
God help me.
Did he have to look this devastatingly good while being so infuriating?
I groaned inwardly. Why does he have to be married?
And if he wasn’t? Would you just throw yourself at him? Forget that your mother would never approve unless he put a ring on your finger?
I pushed the intrusive thoughts aside as Mr. Warwick returned with another set of papers. Raul took them wordlessly and motioned for me to follow.
We stepped into the studio, where actors and actresses were already in the middle of their roles, their voices filling the space with emotion.
Crew members darted around, adjusting lighting, holding cameras, and reviewing notes. The energy was electric, and for the first time, the reality of my new career truly hit me.
A woman approached us, her bright smile a polar opposite to Raul’s stone-cold demeanor.
“Good morning, sir.” She greeted politely. He responded with a stiff nod.
"She’s the lead actress for the new project,” he said, tilting his head slightly toward me.
“Give her the training she needs. I want her to be perfect. You know how important this project is, Danielle.” His voice was low, commanding, his dark eyes unreadable.
Danielle nodded. “I won’t fail you, sir.” She assured him with a smile.
He didn’t return her smile. Without another glance at me, he turned and walked away.
I huffed. Well, that was rude.
Danielle turned to me, her warm brown eyes twinkling.
“Hello, beautiful,” she greeted with a grin. I blinked, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.
"Hi, Ms. Danielle. I’m Angel.” I responded shyly, and she laughed lightly.
“Please, just call me Danielle. And I’m not trying to be cheesy, but your name suits you. You have an angelic beauty.”
If anyone saw me right now, they’d think I had just been kissed by my longtime crush. But nope, it was just a woman giving me a compliment.
“Thank you, Danielle.” I murmured, embarrassed but pleased. She chuckled, and shook her head, amused.
“You’re adorable. Anyway, come with me, Angel. I need to show you around and introduce you to the basics of the industry.”
She linked her arm with mine and led me deeper into the studio, pointing out different sections and people. She introduced me to countless crew members, actors, and directors—names I was sure I’d forget within the next hour.
Then, we got down to business.
Danielle began with the fundamentals of acting, easing me into the process. We started with general knowledge about literature, dissecting the elements of a good script.
She handed me a small booklet. “Memorization is key,” she explained. “But more than that, understanding your character’s emotions will make the lines flow naturally.”
I nodded, absorbing her words, the she continued.
"Here are some easy tips. First, always revise your script. Never rely on reading it just once. Second, get into the mindset of the character—first-person perspective is a great way to immerse yourself. And third, don’t be afraid to add small enhancements where necessary. Acting isn’t just about repeating lines; it’s about making them feel real.”
I listened intently, already feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling within me.
This was it.
My first step into the world of acting. And somehow, I knew, whether I was ready or not, there was no turning back.
“I hope you enjoyed today’s session and learned something, Angel?" Danielle asked with a warm smile.
“We’ll continue again tomorrow. After your training, I’m sure you’ll find the industry exciting, being an actress can be a thrill, though it definitely has its perks.” She made a dramatic face, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
I swung my bag over my shoulder and stood, returning her smile.
“Thank you, Danielle. I really enjoyed your teaching, and I’m looking forward to our next session.” She grinned and, to my surprise, leaned in to brush her cheek against mine in a light farewell.
“See you tomorrow, beautiful,” she waved at me before walking away.
I checked the time on my wristwatch, dusk had already settled over the city.
With a sigh, I pulled out my phone to book an Uber, only to be met with the dreaded “No Service Available.”
Great. Just great.
That meant I’d have to walk for a bit. Alone. At night. In a city I barely knew. And in heels, no less.
Stepping out of the company building, I made my way toward the garage, hoping to find a cab. But luck, it seemed, had abandoned me for the night.
The streets were quieter now, the once-bustling energy reduced to the occasional passing car and the distant murmur of the city winding down.
I inhaled deeply, bracing myself for the walk ahead when a sudden warmth wrapped around my wrist held me in place.
Startled, I turned, and there he was.
Raul D’Amano.