Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin) novel Chapter 244

Herman was indeed generous.

He flopped onto the couch, grabbing a towel to dry his still-damp hair. A mischievous smile played on his lips. "We're family. No need to be so formal. Besides, you helped me out last time."

Suzanne smiled faintly and exchanged a few more words with Herman before hanging up. Herman worked quickly. The digital copy of the script was sent to Suzanne in no time. She skimmed through it, confirming it was the same script she had seen before.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she thought it was time for Jenson to really know what despair felt like.

Without missing a beat, she pulled up Jenson's contact info and promptly emailed him the script. Barely a moment later, his reply popped up. He said, "Received. I'll take a look."

Suzanne barely glanced at it before letting it sit. With that done, she set herself up to get back to work. She was so absorbed in her tasks that she lost track of time. An hour slipped by unnoticed until a dull ache crept up her neck, prompting her to stretch.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Jenson calling. Turning on speaker mode, she propped her phone up on her desk while she eased her stiff neck. She answered coolly, "Hey."

Jenson, oblivious to her casual tone, sounded genuinely excited. "Suzanne, you're incredible! This script is amazing."

He explained that he and his manager had been hunting for an awards-worthy script, and the Despair script she had sent promised to deepen his artistic credentials in the cutthroat world of show business.

Suzanne's voice remained flat as she replied, "If you like it, that's all that matters."

Suzanne shuddered as though his tone made her skin crawl. She wasn't about to get caught up in any more of his nonsense. "Alright, that's enough. I'm done for now," she said briskly, ending the call before he could say another word.

Jenson called out, "Suzanne—" but it was too late. His words faded into the darkening screen. His irritation simmered, yet when he saw the script on his computer, he leaned back in his chair. He was grudgingly appreciative that she had chosen a solid piece.

With a few taps on his keyboard, he forwarded the script to his manager.

After hanging up, Suzanne set her phone down on the desk, her eyes hardening. If they were going to play dirty, then she wouldn't hesitate to be just as ruthless in return.