Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 890

Just as luck would have it, Yolanda was also at the office that morning. Her agent had lined up two script meetings for her to sign contracts.

The two women met in the parking lot, and Lizetta couldn't help but ask as soon as she hopped into Yolanda's car, a grin on her face.

"Did everything go smoothly? How are the scripts? And hey, how are things with your agent? If you two aren't meshing well, you gotta let me know, okay?"

She was already thinking about finding Yolanda a new agent.

Yolanda's agent was Amy from Madden Media, a top-notch agent known for her efficiency and knack for landing roles.

She had quickly found Yolanda two roles, but upon review, Yolanda felt they weren't quite right for her.

One was a lead role in a romantic drama, and the other was a secondary role in a fantasy series.

Both were high-budget productions, which spoke volumes of Amy's ability given Yolanda's current standing in the industry.

However, the lead role felt like a token part added just to pass network scrutiny, leaving Yolanda less than impressed after reading the script.

As for the fantasy series, not only did it overlap with a previous role that had gained Yolanda some recognition, but it also risked typecasting her.

The character was described as a stunningly beautiful, yet cold and distant beauty — a stark contrast to Yolanda's sweet, girl-next-door looks.

Amy didn't make a fuss, instead suggesting they attend a dinner

Yolanda wasn't keen on Amy's recent suggestions, she felt obliged

want to burden Lizetta with this, especially

stepmother currently ran Madden Media, and Yolanda had

want Lizetta asking favors from that woman on

all good, really. Remember, I've got a top-tier contract

of freedom, so don't worry," Yolanda reassured

this, Lizetta felt a bit

make sure to let me know if anything comes up,

"Will do, will do."

diner known

bit early, and their date hadn't shown

to nudge her towards at least applying some light makeup.

the

restroom.

restroom. Content blight

Lizetta pulled out her phone to

message from

It was another photo.

saw his familiar office space. Remington was apparently having a simple lunch alone at

with a modest but nutritious meal, and across