Aurora's heart skipped a beat. She looked up at the staff member.
Director Z shot her an impatient glare. "What are you filming? Delete all of it. The MV is under strict confidentiality. If you don't want to lose your job, stop filming randomly."
The female staffer blinked. "Alright, I'll delete it right away."
But before she did, she slyly sent the photo to Everett's email—clearly trying to win him over.
Aurora didn't think much of it.
The next two shots were kissing scenes between her and Brown. When the cameraman saw them, he looked heartbroken. He tossed a handkerchief he'd found earlier in the woods—and had meant to return to Aurora—into a nearby trash can.
Aurora felt a little tense in the upcoming scene. Even though the kiss was faked with camera angles, she still felt awkward and unnatural.
Everett's expression turned dark and cold. He glanced at the visibly nervous Aurora. "Ms. Wilson isn't suited for kissing scenes. Get a stand-in."
