The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Miss Rita, you've misunderstood me. I didn't mean to imply you intentionally bought scalped tickets. Perhaps your friend was unintentionally deceived by scalpers, too? As for the interview you mentioned, I'll reconsider it and give you a response within twenty-four hours. If there's nothing else, please leave my dressing room. I need to rest," said Claire.

Rita was thus escorted out of the dressing room. Even as she was pushed out of the door, she still wore a bewildered expression.

"What? I didn't even get a chance to explain myself, but they just assumed it was all my fault!"

Rita stomped in frustration. What rotten luck! She had spent a fortune buying the ticket, only to be accused of purchasing a scalped one by those two. What was even more frustrating was that she did not even get the chance to defend herself. Claire just pushed her out of the dressing room, leaving her feeling utterly aggrieved.

As Rita left the room, Sherman's gaze remained fixed on her.

Claire only noticed Sherman's expression when she turned back. "What? Couldn't bear to see her leave?"

Sherman looked at her with a horrified expression. "Dealing with such a meddlesome woman once is more than enough. Now that she's gone, I think I'll head back too so you can have a good rest." Sherman picked up his suit jacket and was about to leave when Claire grabbed his wrist.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Sherman, are you going to come tomorrow?"

Sherman remained silent for a moment. He did not dare to turn to see her expression. In the end, he simply said, "I'll come as long as you have a performance."

He pulled his hand away from Claire's grasp, despite her trying to keep him. After he left, she stood where she was for a long time, staring blankly at nothing until Serene came in. "Sherman didn't say anything, did he?"

Claire lifted her head and smiled coldly. "What could he possibly say?"

"That's good, then," said Serena with a sigh of relief. "I asked the intern to reserve the seat, but he couldn't even handle this small task property. I repeatedly reminded him to reserve seat number 008, but he somehow ended up with seat 007 and Sold that ticket! Luckily, Sherman didn't complain about it, or I wouldn't know how to make it up to you..."

"What did you say? The ticket that was sold was for seat number 008?"

...

Rita had a frustrating day. Not only did she not get the interview, but she was blamed for something she did not do as well.

Just as she was about to hail a cab to meet her friends, her father called her again.

"Sweetie, where are you now?"

"Dad, I just finished today's interview and was about to have dinner with friends before going back. What's up?"

Vince Russell's voice carried a hint of authority as he said, "What else could it be? We're hosting a dinner party at home tomorrow night, and this time, you're not allowed to come up with any absurd excuses to skip it.

"What?" Rita was surprised by the news; she could already feel a headache coming. "Dad, why are we having another dinner party? Our house is starting to feel like a club. Why do we keep having dinner parties every other day? I just want to have a good rest at home."