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[Actus Books]

“The author requested more versions of the same design, Mr Owens. Also, can you make sure the work is complete this time? I don’t want to pressure you, but the cover is important. As you’re already aware, Actus Books always ensures the cover is up to the standards,” Steven talked to the designer.

Terry Owens gave a slight smile to the chief editor.

“Yes, Mr. Steven. I understand where you’re coming from. I never provide anything less than that. Also, can you let me know what exactly Mr Renner mentioned for the previous designs? That’d make it easier for me to continue with my team.” Terry questioned.

The previous designs were not even complete, but somehow Mr Steven got too excited and showed them to Mr Ian Renner.

Although the cover was being made by a team of designers, the sketches were of only the head designer. He got so hooked on the theme and the plot of the story that he couldn’t help himself but present it to Mr Stevens.

“Ah yes, Ian would like to go over a new colour combination. And, he liked the originality of the art, he said he would not change it for the world. But apart from that, he had a few minor issues. Oh, he also discussed the fonts with me…”

The discussion went on for thirty more minutes with Steven explaining Ian’s amendments and Terry questioning about what he’d like to design further.

But in the end, they both agreed to one thing.

“Yes, I’ll arrange a meeting, maybe not this week. But I’ll talk to Murphy and get back to you.”

“Okay, thanks,” Terry said and walked outside.

Steven had a smile plastered on his face as he left. His situation of being obsessed with Ian Renner and his works continuously kept getting deeper and deeper. And with every work Ian presented, he couldn’t help but work on it every time until it was the day of the launch.

Thus, Actus Books did nothing less in preparing the book for launch.

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[At the set - From Angelina’s POV]

Angelina sat behind the set.

Her chair and position were far behind the chairs of the directors, producers and the main crew.

But, she enjoyed being on set.

She took her phone out and took a selfie of her with a slight smile. Her cheekbones and her eyes pop out in the picture.

As she saw how the picture turned out, she immediately knew that she needed to post it on her social media.

Which was what she did next.

A few minutes went by, and the continuous ringing of the phone distracted her from seeing the ongoing shot.

‘What is it?’ She rolled her eyes and took the phone in her hand.

‘Oh shit!’ her picture was blowing up on Nwitter, and on every other social media page.

“Oh shit!” she unintentionally mouthed out the words.

“Cut! What is it?!” Ian’s slightly angry voice came louder than hers.

She gasped as she realised what she had done.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Mr. Renner. Please, continue,” she quickly said and sat back on her chair.

Her following kept on increasing one by one.

+1 new follower

+3 new followers

+5 new followers

+1 new follower

+78 new likes

Her notifications went on crazy in the next few minutes.

She looked around to see Murphy looking at her side with a curious face. She gave a sly smile at him.

She was not a big actress. But she was an actress who always thrived for more. She always had the feeling that she would make it big. But, she never knew how big or how far she would be able to go with her career.

“What happened, Ms. Jolie?” Murphy asked and dragged his chair beside her.

“I- I just posted a picture, and now I have thirty-two thousand followers,” she said and continued to look at her screen, still in shock.

“I thought something horrible happened, but this is great,” Murphy said and smiled.

“This-”

“That is just the beginning, Ms. Jolie. You never know how big you’re headed when Ian Renner sees your talent and identifies it.”

Murphy’s words hit right directly to her heart.

It was one post. One post made her look at Ian from a different angle. Although currently, he had his back faced towards her, she gained a newfound respect for him.

“I can see big things happening,” she said to herself, but Murphy, who heard it, nodded.

She continued to look at the shooting process and other actors. But mostly, her gaze was on Ian’s.

“No, you ask for too much!”

“I ask for justice.”

“The court gave you justice.”

“An eye for an eye!”

“But your daughter is still alive.”

“Then make them suffer as she-”

“Cut!” Ian cut them off shortly. “The little disturbance put you all off track. Uh, Tony, take a small break,” he said and clapped his hands together.

From Angelina’s corner of perspective—which was his back to hers, she could tell that he was angry.

He was angry maybe because it was the thirtieth time they were doing it, or maybe he was angry for how she ruined a perfect scene that was flowing to his taste.

Nevertheless, he seemed to.

“Is he angry?” she asked Murphy in a whisper.

Murphy immediately shook his head.

“Of course not, Mr. Renner rarely gets angry,” he said with a smile. “I mess his coffee more than you could think, and he never gets angry with me,” he said and shrugged.

“Ah, I’ll apologise by the end of the shooting.”

Murphy shrugged again, “Things happen. But if you must.”

Angelina nodded and saw Raelynn looking at her from the corner of her eyes. She was a little in front of Ian and the rest of the crew. In front of Raelynn was the camera.

Angelina waved at her. Raelynn waved back.