Chapter 119

Miranda’s POV

The director’s abrupt shout rang through the set, startling me out of my thoughts. “We’re done for today!” he barked, his tone a mix of exasperation and finality.

Done? Just like that?

I stood frozen for a moment, still tasting the exhilaration from the earlier scene where I’d let loose on Brenda. Beating her was cathartic, a raw outlet for the rage simmering inside me for years. It had felt so good, too good, perhaps. And now, they were calling it off?

I clenched my fists at my sides, pretending to be annoyed for a different reason as I turned sharply, grabbed my bag, and made to leave. My movements were brisk, almost theatrical, as if the anger boiling within me had nothing to do with the fact that my revenge was being prematurely interrupted.

Desmond must have noticed because he rushed toward me, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. “Miss Laila, you don’t have to be angry about it,” he said, his voice soothing, as if he