Alpha Silas Human Luna

Mr.Ford

Elena - POV

The maid had just finished cleaning the room as I dressed in formal clothes to head to the office. I needed to discuss with my team how to handle the situation that was turning against me in the media and on social media, and I also needed to find a new project for myself.

Unfortunately, news had already reached the other producers that Christian had backed out on me, and they had boycotted me.

Dragging myself to the office after so much turmoil running through me and my sickness getting the better of me, Janice had booked the appointment back with Dr. Rudolf.

The team's spirits seemed low beneath their straight faces, much like the fake expression I had pulled up on my face. Janice started the meeting, and the PR team made excuses to cover up my tainted reputation. However, their ideas fail if we put such baseless arguments into the news. It wouldn't work well for me.

The frustration was building up within me as I thought about how I had put my trust in a snake-like human. Jake had never given me any reason to doubt him or show cruel behaviour toward me. In my memory, he was a sweet and understanding man. I was lucky to be around such a man, and I had never imagined in my wildest nightmares that things would turn so severely.

"Ms. Hayes," Janice's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked at the room, and she stared at me with concern. A warm liquid trickled from my nostrils. As I excused myself, Janice quickly passed me the handkerchief, and I walked to the Rooftop to catch my breath and escape the overwhelming feelings.

Taking a few deep breaths, Dr. Rudolf warned me not to stress, as it would decline my health. The reason for the nosebleeds was because of excessive stress caused by the situation with the person I loved, who was acting like an asshole.

"Ms. Hayes," Janice's voice came more cautiously as I turned over my shoulder to see her wearing a concerned look on her face. "Sorry to invade your privacy... I was worried about your well-being." I sighed and smiled at her, and Janice relaxed as she closed a little distance.

"I don't bite, Janice." She nodded timidly and walked towards me with a tissue box. The nosebleed didn't stop, but after a couple of minutes, the situation was under control.

"Do I look messy?" I asked in concern because if anyone saw me like this, they would be sure of my ill health, and I wouldn't want others to talk more about me.

"No, but a little pale in complexion," Janice muttered. Checking myself in the mirror to do a touch-up, I mustered my energy and returned to the meeting to resume. The meeting had abruptly come to a halt because of me.

As the meeting continued, the speech given to the press would bring the spotlight back on me. We discussed how to get new projects in and what offers we could make to convince the producers.

The meeting stopped again, but this time it was not because of me. It was because the Handsome Man distracted my staff as they peered at Mr. Ford through the glass walls as he strolled towards our conference room.

The strange feeling surfaced, and I knew this jittery feeling well. But I mentally slapped myself to stop getting aroused by emotions that had screwed up my life.

Though Mr. Ford held my gaze with such intensity, it captivated me. I skated my eyes off him.

Coming out of his stupor, I wondered what he was doing in my office. As he opened the door, his secretary followed him in

"Ms. Hayes," Janice's voice drew everyone's attention. "Mr. Ford will be the new producer for the movie that Christian left." I blinked for a few seconds, processing Janice's words.

"Why didn't you inform me earlier?" I inquired.

"I am sorry I was about to say, but you looked…." I gestured for Janice to stop completing the sentence. I knew why she couldn't tell me; she saw me ill on the Rooftop.

"Can you all leave the room?" I asked, and everyone left the conference room. I stared at Mr. Ford's secretary, and she understood my expression and left the room.

"What the hell are you planning?" I growled, staring at him with suspicion. His oceanic gaze was devoid of emotions.

"Do you greet your producer harshly?" He asked, gazing straight at me.

"Mr. Ford, your business and investment have no connection to this industry. Why are you sponsoring me, and what is the real deal?" I asked, curious about his motives. Yuri had told me about Mr. Ford's business deals in the stock market and real estate. His business doesn't deal with the entertainment line.

"I am an investor. So I can choose any stream to invest in," he said, sitting at the other side of the table. As I took my chair on the other end,

"I am sponsoring your talent, Ms. Hayes, so don't get the wrong ideas here."

I stared at him to see whether his words were genuine, but reading this man's expressions was hard.

"All your projects which you had earlier will be back on track," he said professionally.

"This is what you came to speak with me about last night," I realized as his eyes flickered with some unreadable emotion.

"My secretary will share the details of the offer. Let me know your answer," he said as he gracefully stood up from the other end of the table and exited.

"Mr. Ford." He turned to look at me. His sharp face stared at me with a question.

"Thank you for sponsoring," I said. This man always helped me out of the situation, and the depth of his favour weighed on me. He walked away with an arrogant demeanour as his secretary passed some documents into Janice's hands.

Staring askance and taking a deep breath of relief, I knew that I still had projects in my hand. It would boost my image, and I could hold press conferences, informing them that my movies were still in motion. I smiled at the thought of seeing myself back in the game. All thanks to Mr. Ford, but why do I feel there is more to his mystery?