Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 900

[Take a look at the goddamn mirror. I'm the one who has been cleaning up after you all these years. You have no

skills in writing historical dramas, yet you still do it. Can you at least do some research before coming up with your

bullshit scripts? And, how dare you ask me who the historical figures in my version are? I clearly stated them in my

work. Are you fucking illiterate???]

The group chat was silent. [Show some respect, Felicity.] The screenwriter wrote in anger.

[Respect my ass! Are you even worthy of respect? You hold meetings where your assistants brainstorm ideas

because you have absolutely no talent whatsoever. You take everyone's thoughts and compile them as one and

then ask us to revise the script.

[It's fine that we have to revise the script since it's our job, but could you treat us as human beings at least? While

we were working overtime to review the manuscript, you were out watching a movie with your wife. You promised

to give us a fair share of half of the earnings, yet out of 5 million dollars, you only gave us twenty thousand. When

Nicole talked about how stingy you were, you came up with some excuse to fire her. What? You can't stand being

called out?

[Mr. Hill let us get off work at 6:00 p.m. But, you come and tell us that there's a meeting at 5:50 p.m.??? I'm fine

with working overtime since I don't have anyone to go home to, but Max and Lynda have partners and kids, you

know? How are they supposed to spend time with their family if you keep letting us off so late? These meetings

always end at 8, sometimes nine. And, you have the audacity to tell us that you need the revised script done by

12:00 a.m.?]

The screenwriter sent a smiley face and said, [I've screenshotted this conversation. You'll be responsible for your

own actions.]

[Are you going to show the screenshots to your father-in-law or something? Please. What would you be without

him? I'm not afraid of you, jerk.] Felicity sneered. After that, she sent a screenshot of the PayPal transfer to the

group. [I've wired you the money. I can't believe you divided 100 dollars into twenty virtual money pouches to share

with the group. That's not even enough to pay for my phone subscription.]

After a short period of silence in the group chat, someone said, [What a role model.] Not long after, the entire

group was full of words of encouragement.

Although Felicity got to voice out her anger, it was clear that her job position was about to be compromised. The

asshole screenwriter’s father- in-law held many shares in the company, which meant that she would probably be

fired after this incident.

Felicity did not have a deep attachment to the company. Even though, she had worked there for three to four years

after graduating and had made many friends. She was disappointed at the thought of leaving.

She lay on the couch, changed her Facebook status to [unemployed], and blocked her mother from seeing her

account. This was not because she was afraid that she would be worried but because she would look like a joke.

When Felicity was about to go to bed after taking a shower, she saw that Corbin had sent her a message. [A friend

of mine just opened a studio and is recruiting screenwriters. Would you like to give it a try?]

Felicity immediately set up from her bed and thought, 'Is this a blessing in disguise?1 She then proceeded to have a

chat with Corbin.

Stella woke up in a daze the following day. When she opened her eyes, she saw a clock on the wall showing 8:30

a.m. She was about to sit up when she fell back on the bed. She realized that there was a hand on her waist.

Stella paused and slowly looked at the owner of the hand. It was Keegan lying next to her with his eyes closed. And,

he was naked. His left hand rested on her pillow, while his right hand was around her waist. From where Stella was,

she could see all the scratches and love marks on his body.

Her brain uncontrollably showed her scenes from last night, and her ears turned red. She gently put Keegan's hand

away, intending to leave without him noticing. But, he quickly pulled her back into his arms as soon as she did that.

The man woke up, pressed against Stella’s ear, and said in a hoarse voice," Where are you going?" Her back was

pressed against his body, and his warmth made her blush even more.

"I'm going to the set," she whispered.

"You don't have to go. I've already arranged for someone to apply for your leave. We're going to the hospital later

to get a check-up. I want to make sure that there was nothing else in the drugs."

Stella let out a sigh after hearing that she was on leave. However, things were still a little awkward between them.

Stella was not drunk, so she remembered how she had begged Keegan to sleep with her last night. She also

recalled how he repeatedly rejected her but still gave in in the end.

Keegan lay in bed for a while before getting dressed. Stella glanced at his back and closed her eyes. She was

ashamed of the art she had created all over his body. She grabbed her clothes under the covers and started putting

them on.

At the same time, Stella thought about what to say regarding her behavior last night. She even thought of acting as

though nothing had happened. But, before she could come up with something, a sudden beep came from the door.

The door was then pushed wide open, and a group of people rushed into the room, taking pictures of Keegan with

their phones.