Chapter 23

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A/N : Toady's shout-out goes to (Drums rolling )...

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Nancy's P.O.V

This isn't happening.

This cannot be happening!

Mr Harry is present.

Mr Harry is no longer in Dubai.

Mr Harry is shouting.

Mr Harry has probably noticed that Cassius isn't around.

Mr Harry found out I'm not on set the time I needed to be.

Mr Harry is...

Oh God.

Mr Harry has caught my gaze.

This is so weird.

"Uh - uhm... Good day sir. " I stutter  miserably, standing on the spot.

I should be moving.

I supposed to move but for some reason, my legs are stuck to the ground.

Harry looks like a typical England-raised man. He's tall. He has curly brunette brown hair. He's in a three piece black suit an his muscles are extremely large.

I mean, extremely large.

He looks like someone who has been going to the gym since he was in his mother's womb.

I'm not exaggerating.

From the sentence I heard him make earlier, his accent sounded British.

I knew that the investor for the movie is rich and wealthy... But I never expected it to be a British man!

Why would a British man invest in a Nigerian movie?

...Or is the movie an International movie?

It's not supposed to be... We didn't act it outside Nigeria and there's no foreign actor amongst us. Other than me, that is...

I'm confused.

He laughs hysterically. "Good day? Really? What's so good about the day, huh? - The fact that you came late? Or the fact that this film hasn't been wrapped up, the time it's supposed to..."

Yup! He's British.

...But what do I say?

He looks really pissed. The veins in his neck look like they will pull out any moment from now.

Yuk...

"Uh- I can - I can explain sir..." I stutter stupidly.

"Get your miserable fucking ass to sit down. Now!" He commands.

Okay...

I oblige. I don't want any more problems- more than there already is.

No wonder Abby didn't call...

I had a bad feeling about the fact that Abby of all people didn't call me. It's because she's webbed to the chair as commanded by this Harry guy...

I don't like the way today is already going.

I take a seat close to Abby. She barely spares a look at me. She's just acting like a remote controlled robot.

Can I blame her? Harry's presence is cloudy. He's making the atmosphere seem like he's an angry father scolding a couple of one year old children.

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