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Margaret from past POV:

It had been three days, and Erox still hadn’t come back. I wasn’t worried, exactly, just anxious. What if Erox didn’t want to come back? The events of that night were still etched in my mind, vivid and unsettling. I didn’t know how to face her. I couldn’t even remember exactly what had happened. If I had just been drunk, I wouldn’t have acted like a harlot, forcing a guy to make out with me in the middle of the night, in the car, of all places.

Heavens, I didn’t even know anything about intimacy. It was a complete puzzle to me, how I had done those things.

Yes maybe this is for the best. But weather I like it or not Erox was the only one I can trust to. What if without him by my side I couldn't come back to my own time.

Im in the car heading to the set where my next shoot is been held.

Actually i dont want to go since Erox is not with me. I felt all alone if his not with me. And beside theres a lot of things that i still wanna know in this time period.

"Ma'am we're here."

Ismael said, and before I nod my head. I wallow first for maybe a minute before i open the door and walk in. Ismael is behind me securing me from any harm. I should be thankful at least that theres someone who securing my safety.

"Good morning lovely hows your 3 days break?"

I just smile at Ezekiel. I Perhaps this was for the best. But whether I liked it or not, Erox was the only one I could trust. What if, without him by my side, I couldn’t go back to my own time?

I was in the car, heading to the set of my next shoot. I really didn't want to go. I felt so alone without Erox. And besides, there were so many things I still wanted to know about this time period.

"Ma'am, we're here," the driver announced, interrupting my thoughts.

Then I remembered that we had been at the bar together, just the two of us, last time. Thank goodness I hadn't stayed too long with him. Because if I had, it would have been Ezekiel, not Erox, who I was making out with.

Ugh, should I be thankful that it was Erox?

"Guys, get ready!" The camera man shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Then I saw a familiar girl standing there, arms crossed, staring at me.

"What are you doing? Why don’t you walk to your position so we can start now? Feeling so important?” she said, rolling her eyes like she was mocking me.

I ignored the girl, but even though I tried to brush her off, she kept pestering me. Everything I did, she had something to say about it. She was always shouting at me, like a dragon ready to breathe fire.

“Sorry about that, Margaret. I heard Silvia was one of Erox’s fling long ago, and I guess she still hasn’t gotten over him. Since she knows you were his girlfriend, she’s been picking on you,” the makeup artist whispered, her voice sympathetic.

After what seemed like an eternity of being cut from my scripts, the director, Silvia, finally called for a break. My makeup was melting off.

“Maybe I really didn’t do it right, Miss. That’s why she keeps making me repeat my script,” I said in a low voice, trying to maintain my calmness. It was clear that Silvia was using her power over me to make me feel small.


“Believe me, she’s definitely jealous of your relationship with Erox,” the makeup artist reassured me.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping in defeat. After she finished touching up my makeup, she nodded goodbye and I walked back to my position, trying to ignore the weight of Silvia’s disapproval.

Once again, the girl shouted at me, telling me I wasn’t good enough, that I had to try my best. I sighed. What best was she looking for? I was trying my best, giving it everything I had.

After an hour of filming, I could hear whispers of complaint. I had done everything perfectly, but the director still wasn’t satisfied.

So after the girl gave us a break, I walked up to her, my frustration building, and started to complain as well.

“Can we talk in private, Ma’am?” I asked, my voice laced with respect.

“What do you want to discuss? Why don’t you read your script instead of talking to me and wasting time?” she said, her voice sharp, impatient.

“Are you mad at me? Why? Is it because I am Erox’s girlfriend? Are you jealous, so you’re doing all this?” I blurted out, my frustration finally bubbling over.

The girl looked me straight in the eyes, her expression unreadable. Then, she stood up and walked away from the crowd, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What are you saying? Do you think I'm doing this because of you?" She said, her voice cold and sharp.

The girl suddenly shouted, stopping me in my tracks as I followed her.

“I just want to ask, Ma’am, because I think I did the script perfectly. The others think so too, but why aren’t you satisfied? I couldn’t see any problem between us until I found out you were Erox’s ex. Are you still not over him, that’s why you’re picking on me, trying to make this hard for me?” I asked, my voice trembling with frustration.

"How dare you say that? You’re so full of yourself, Miss. But if you keep pursuing that thought, maybe I should remove you from this,” the director said, her voice dripping with icy venom.

I couldn't be removed from this. Besides, I wasn't the real Margaret, and I couldn't ruin her career. And then there was Erox. I knew he would hate me if I ruined this.

"Now choose. Do it again, or I fire you," the director said, her voice leaving no room for argument.