The Kiss that Sparked it All novel Chapter 1988

Realizing the hesitation in her voice, Ivy decided to prob her into actions, "I'm not gonna lie but our production isn't exactly big-time, but there's decent money behind it. If you are interested, I'll just reach out to other actresses."

As soon as she said this, she made a move to hang up the call.

Clara, sensing the opportunity slipping away, quickly piped up, "Wait! Hold on a sec, director! I didn't mean that! I just haven't seen your script yet so I don't know if the role is a good fit for me, you know?"

"You're welcome to come and give a walk-through if you are interested. We really think you'd be perfect for this part."

After being turned down by numerous crews, Clara was thrilled to get praise. Someone saw me finally! She thought.

"Oh, well, in that case, I'll give it a shot!" she exclaimed.

"Great! I'll send you the details for the audition. See you there, Ms. Dunhill," Ivy said before ending the call.

Later, Ivy headed to the study. She took a moment to mentally prepare herself before knocking on the door.

"Come in."

With permission granted, she pushed the door open. Balfour was buried in his work in front of his computer, deeply engaged in work. She asked tentatively, "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"Take a seat first," Balfour said without looking up from his work, gesturing to a stool nearby. "Give me ten minutes."

Ivy nodded and sat down quietly, watching him.

Balfour, engrossed in his work, seemed a world away from his usual icy demeanor. In these moments, he exuded a sense of maturity and reliability that was comforting.

"What's up?" About ten minutes later, Balfour closed his laptop and turned to Ivy.

Ivy felt shy noticing his constant gaze, "Um... why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Howard? Is there something on my face?"

"Never mind." Balfour stowed away his gaze, "I can help. But tell me, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"My plan isn't fully baked yet. I need to think it through before I can tell you."

Seeing her like this, Balfour decided not to pry further, "If that’s the thing, then go to Quinton. He'll handle it all for you."

With Balfour's word, Ivy felt reassured.

"Thanks, Mr. Howard. When everything's sorted, I owe you dinner."

With that, Ivy turned and left the room.