Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 234

Some folks are so good–looking, they just breeze through life without stressing about food or a place to live. And it seemed the heavens had blessed Sherilyn with just such a gift.

“Blake, can you give me a moment to think about it?” she asked.

“Sure.” Blake wasn’t in any rush to push her. “Just make sure you think it through. There aren’t many scenes left in this production. What’s your plan after it wraps up?”

According to Blake, Caleb Marshall was in the process of setting up a new project. For this upcoming movie, he was keen on casting fresh faces.

Caleb had already taken a favorable notice of Sherilyn, presenting her with an incredible opportunity. But opportunities, they don’t wait for anyone.

After giving it some thought, Sherilyn decided to take the plunge. She was aware that the entertainment industry could be a murky pool, but one’s path is forged by their own steps. How to proceed was up to her. Besides, it was just an opportunity. Whether it would lead to success remained to be seen.

After Sherilyn gave Blake her affirmative response, he was visibly pleased. “That’s great. I’m glad you’ve made the right decision.”

He patted her shoulder. “Believe me, I have a good eye for talent. Sherilyn, you’re going to shine!”

Of course, the decision wasn’t Blake’s to make. He was Caleb’s assistant

director. The final call on casting was Caleb’s prerogative. But Blake could put in a good word for Sherilyn with Caleb.

After filming for the day, Blake took her to meet Caleb.

“Mr. Marshall, Sherilyn’s here.”

“Ah.” At the mention of her name, Caleb looked up and gestured for her to come closer. “You’ve arrived?”

Mr. Marshall.” Sherilyn stood at attention.

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your

satisfied with her. In showbiz, looks were often the entry

ticket.

giving the industry

your

“Of course.”

her nerves. “Relax. I’m somewhat familiar with you. Don’t worry, everyone starts as

at Blake. “Give her the script for the

Mr. Marshall.”

definitely spotted you for your looks, but I’m not just about chasing after a pretty face.

“Yes, Mr. Marshall.”

the script, whispering, “Take it seriously. Write

thing,” Caleb added, “I’m not yet sure which role suits you best, from the lead to the supporting characters. Write for each

can portray.”

“Understood, Mr. Marshall.”

the task ahead. This

In the hospital.

“Francis?”

entered. Francis‘ assistant, Sawyer,

bedside, seemingly deep in conversation