Chapter I: Origin Points

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Becky started her day early today. With her reading materials and field research on her upcoming role, she didn't realize that the sun was well into the horizon by the time she lifted her eyes into the dwindling city lights, paving the way for the sun to luminate on their stead. Turning off her night lamp, she gathers the scattered paper on her desks and begins to prepare for her day.

She just got out of the shower when Blaine, her secretary, rings her up to remind her of her schedule for the day. "I'm on my way with your matcha latte and some breakfast before your day starts. Are you done with your shower," she asks.

"I just got out and currently drying my hair with a towel. What's our itinerary for today," Becky asked in return.

"We'll have a shoot at 10AM today for Vogue then lunch meeting with the producers for your upcoming movie and a script reading after. Then by 5PM, we'll have that mall show with Janus to promote your show together. I'll be there in 20 minutes," her secretary said.

True to her words, Blaine started bombarding Becky's flat with an incessant ringing of her doorbell. Gathering all of Becky's necessities for today, Blaine urged her out of the apartment after giving Becky her today's fill of caffeine and a chicken salad for breakfast. Cradling her sustenance for today, Becky slides onto the car while her secretary drives her to the location of today's Vogue photoshoot.

Upon arrival, she was immediately ushered on her chair for hair and makeup. She tries not to fall asleep as her team does their magic. Nodding off from time to time, "Becs, please stay still or your lipstick will have lines from your lips to your nose if you keep nodding off like that. Didn't you take any rest last night," Mosby asked while trying to fix the smudged lipstick on her lips.

"I'm sorry, Mosby. I woke up early to read some research materials for the new movie and the time escaped me," Becky says, pouting at the scold from her makeup artist. Becky is often like that when new roles are offered to her. She tries to immerse herself in the profession of her role and tries so hard for it to be as authentic as possible.

Unfortunately for her, this time, she was offered the role of a puzzle-loving programmer that joins a team of mathematicians in solving the encryptions behind the enemy's daily broadcast messages. It will take her extra work to actually act that she loves math, because let's be real here, who uses Number Theory and Taylor Series in buying matcha ice cream? Thanks, but the only TS she's willing to be acquainted with is Taylor Swift.

It will even be harder for her to actually understand the script, not because it is Thai—hell, it is hardly ever Thai now since it's just pure numbers and math anecdotes sometimes that she wonders if it was really the script or just random words that the writers wrote just to mess with her.

She was pulled out of her mathematical frustrations when Mosby urged her to stand and change into the outfit meant for the shoot which she flawlessly breezes through countless shoots and poses.

In no time, they wrap up the set and started making their way through the lunch meeting with her upcoming movie. Navigating through Bangkok traffic, they arrived just in time at an upscale restaurant. The receptionist greeted them and assisted them through a private conference room where some of the executives had already arrived. They talked to the group as the rest of their peers arrived.

"There is one more person needed here but she cancelled last minute as she had an emergency with her work. She will be the expert for this movie. Becky, you will be working closely with her. She should arrive before your first script reading session after this meeting. Any questions you have with the terms and the profession, she's your person," Alex, the director and producer says.

"Alright. Thank you," says Becky.

With the meeting concluded, they started with the script reading. Even though Becky spent almost the entire week researching the terminologies and the semantics to actually understand the script, she still had a hard time acting the role. "Can I ask when will the expert arrive? I'm finding it hard to grip the concept of encryption and how does it work," Becky asked Nam, one of the producers.

Just when Nam opens her mouth to answer, the double doors of the conference hall open and with the push of both hands, a girl on a messy bun, sunglasses and an oversized Hufflepuff hoodie enters. "Encryption is when you shift the array number of the alphabet based on the secretkey. For example, "A" is the first letter of the alphabet so it will occupy array0—"

"Why does it start with 0 and not 1?" Becky interrupts the expert.

"Because, Rebecca, in Math, everything starts with the origin points, everything starts with 0."


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A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing a story. Please bear with me. What do you think about letting Becky touch Math? My friend called me out of my audacity but I think its cool. What do you think? 

Let me know! Thank you!

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