No Strings Attached

"Who are you calling your disciple? I'm the queen bee around here!"

Sasha realized her blunder the moment the words left her mouth.

Pointing at Chase, she exclaimed, "Are you the Director Chase that Gregory mentioned?" Chase simply nodded, a playful glint in his eye. "Bingo, your prize is a bottle of fine wine."

With that, he handed Sasha a bottle of red wine he'd been cradling.

Sasha was beside herself. Her mentor had hooked her up with a film crew, touting a charity film about heroic doctors saving lives. She was cast as a nurse, sharing the untold stories of medical professionals' hardships from her perspective.

The director, aiming for authenticity, had her intern at a hospital for a month. And they'd paired her with a mentor, the leading cardiac specialist, Director Chase.

their fifties at least. But instead, it was a doctor under thirty, the Chase she

clenched her teeth in frustration and was about to invite Chase inside when the elevator doors slid

in tow, his other hand clutching a folder. The typically aloof CEO wore

her from pestering her all day." Without waiting for Sasha's response, he tossed the folder into her arms and strode

intent on stopping him, glanced down and saw the

the charity film she was supposed to do? How

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hit the big time. Do you think such a plum role just falls out of the sky? If it weren't for his wooing campaign,

lan's scheme to win over Clara made her promptly return the contract. "I'd

head lightly. "You're such a doof! Loafing around at home is the worst torture for Clara. The longer you stay, the guiltier she feels. Can't you see that? Or is your head waterlogged?" Sasha's head throbbed from his tap, and she snapped,