“A social media manager?” I shook my head.
“I don’t need one.
I can handle my own profile.”
“That is only for now, while your schedule is clear,” Sarah replied, her voice smooth and firm.
“Once this campaign drops, your engagement will spike.
Managing content, tracking algorithms, and filtering press inquiries becomes exhausting.
You are far better off letting a professional handle it.”
I gave a slow nod, realizing she had a point.
“Alright.
I’ll leave it in your hands.”
Leaving the building, I made my way toward the parked sedan.
As I settled into the plush back seat, I leaned forward slightly toward the driver.
“Could we make a quick stop at a fast-food drive-thru?
I want to grab some pizza and sodas.”
The driver blinked in surprise before nodding politely.
“Of course, Young Madam.”
We pulled into a drive-thru lane a short while later.
As I reached for the door handle, the driver immediately held up a hand.
“Allow me to handle the order, Young Madam.
I can step inside and pick it up.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.
What would you like?”
“Ten large pizzas, a stack of burgers, and a couple of sodas.”
He nodded, shifting the car into park.
“Wait—I haven’t given you any cash yet,” I called out.
“There is no need to worry,” the driver replied, offering a polite smile.
“The Young Master provided a card to cover any personal expenses you might incur throughout the day.”
“Oh, I see,” I murmured as he headed inside.
Relief washed over me.
I still hadn’t gotten my bank account sorted out after all and I was just planning on using the money in the system.
A few minutes later, the driver returned carrying several heavy bags.
He loaded them securely into the passenger seat before driving us back to the estate.
Through the tinted glass I caught a view of Damien.
I quickly lowered my window and stuck my head out.
“Hey, Damien!
Welcome home!” I shouted, waving like a kid spotting their favorite teacher.
To my surprise, he lowered his window too.
He didn’t say anything at first, but his eyes went straight to the pizza boxes piled around me.
“Are you thinking of hosting a party?” He frowned.
“I don’t allow outsiders here, so if that’s your plan, take it somewhere else.”
I laughed, resting my chin on the car window.
“No!
These are for the staff.
I just wanted to celebrate signing my contract today.” I said grinning ear to ear.
By the time we both pulled up in front of the mansion, I had already jumped out of the car, waiting as a bodyguard helped him down with his wheelchair.
“How much was your signing fee?”
“$20,000!”
“That’s a lot smaller than I expected.”
“Well, that’s because I’m still a rookie, and this is my first gig, If you actually think about it, I’m getting paid higher than I’m supposed to be paid.”
“Anyways,” I clapped my hands once and started pushing his wheelchair inside.
“Come eat pizza and burgers with me!
There’s no way I can finish all this by myself!”
Inside the living area, the atmosphere was thick with disbelief.
“Oh god, did Young Master just eat a slice of pizza?”
“He’s even drinking soda!”
I could hear the housemaids whispering as Lando and I sat in the dining room.
He sat in his chair casually eating the pizza I’d given him.
Why were they so shocked just because he ate junk food and soda?
Had he really never eaten things like this before?
Thinking about it again …
maybe not.
With all the chefs in this house, he probably only ate home-cooked meals instead of processed food.
Still, he went out often.
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“Do you want to see my audition photos?” I asked, pulling out my phone.
“Let me see.”
I unlocked the screen and handed the device over to him.
“You have the skill of a professional model.” Damien tapped the screen a few times to zoom in on my photo.
“You didn’t strike this pose randomly, you paid attention to every detail, and that’s what made the whole shot stunning.”
I ignored everything else and clung to just one word.
“So …
you think I’m stunning?”
Damien pressed his lips into a thin line, staring at me for a long moment before saying, “Yes.
Your photoshoot is stunning.” He cleared his throat.
“But that’s not what I was trying to say.”
I smiled widely at him, feeling satisfied even though he said he hadn’t meant to compliment me.
“Then, what did you want to say?”
Damien leaned back in his chair, his long fingers tapping the table as if he was thinking carefully.
“What I mean is …
don’t underestimate yourself.
That company is lucky to have you.”
I leaned forward and asked, “You said earlier that my pay was little right?
So…
let’s say you were the CEO of the company that wanted to hire me.
How much would you pay me based on this photoshoot?”
Damien’s eyes locked on mine, serious as always.
“At least thirty-five grand, since this campaign will probably run for months.” He paused, then added calmly, “If you were chosen as the face of the product, I’d pay you around sixty grand.”
My mouth almost dropped open.
That was the amount that some veterans still earned till date, giving it to a rookie was insane.
Well, it actually made sense.
My skills hadn’t disappeared just because my soul ended up in the body of a rookie.
But most companies cared more about a celebrity’s background than the actual talent they had to offer.
“That’s way too high!” I clapped my hands in excitement, unable to hold it in.
“Maybe I should just go to a company where you’re the CEO!”