Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

14.

I slowly make my way towards John and I feel heavy stares coming from all around the set. I don't know what Greta told him, but I know that whatever she said or thought is not true. My palms are already getting sweaty and I clench my fists.

I can't believe this girl. She is trying to sabotage my image and my career. But she hates me for no reason! Apparently something I did make her hate me, but I don't know what. I never said anything mean to her, did I? I think I would remember if I did.

John's facial expression is stone cold. I feel my whole body become tense, horrified for what's coming my way. Greta has an evil smirk painted across her face. I can just picture Diana going off on her later today.

But right now, I have to stay in the present. John leads me his office. It has high ceilings and lush furniture. Everything looks so neat and organized, unlike my dressing room. I wish I was more like John. Productive, and tidy.

John sits at the large chair behind his desk and has Greta and me sit down. I try to look confident and professional, but John can see right through me. He knows that I am nervous. I don't know what I did wrong. Although I do know that I am in big trouble for something that didn't happen. 

"I can assume you both know why I brought you here today." John says, giving Greta a look to stop smirking like some kind of demon.

"Not exactly," I hear my voice tremble. Please don't fire me. "I don't know what I did wrong? If this is about forgetting my lines, I'm really sorry, I just wasn't feeling my best this morning." John looks at my as if I had four tentacles. 

But seriously, what did I do? Am I not being professional enough? If that was the case, he could've just talked to me about it calmly. Without Greta.

"Well maybe you don't recall leaving Harry's dressing room this morning. Or that you went on a date with him, I suppose? You guys just seemed... a little too comfortable." Greta continues to glare at me. She looks like she is disgusted to be sitting next to me and speak about my relationship with Harry.

"I want this production to go smoothly. No drama, no fighting, no beef. We are strictly professional, and I would like to keep it that way. You are getting too close with Harry. We don't want this movie to be put under the spotlight for all of the wrong reasons. If you can't understand, I will have no other choice but to fire you." I clench my jaw.

If I try to explain, he most likely won't believe me, or I could seem like I don't understand and want to get out of trouble. I don't want to be on John's bad side. I have to tell him the truth. I can't lose any of this. I am so grateful for this and I don't want to put it at risk.

"I understand. But I believe you got it all wrong. Everything that the social media says is usually false information. And apparently, Greta is very similar to social media," I clear my throat. I shouldn't have said that. It was very unprofessional, but it felt amazing. "I did not go on a date with Harry. We ran into each other at a Starbucks and went out as friends. When I left his dressing room, it was because I was going to ask if he was feeling okay after all of the rumors. It was nothing big, I just left because he was sleeping, and Greta saw me close the door behind me. I was only in there for 10 seconds, nothing more. Harry and I know better than to be unprofessional. We never had the intention to do anything more than be friendly. I did not intend to cause a problem either. I'm sorry for making you believe that I would want to ruin my chances of the uplift of my career or this movie, but it's not true."

I think I said too much, but I don't care. I needed John to know that Greta was in the wrong, not me. I can't tell if he is angry, surprised, or impressed. He glances over to Greta. Her jaw is practically touching the floor. 

John looks back at me. He seems less fired up, and more calm. "Thank you for explaining. I would of had no idea what your original intentions were if you didn't tell me, so I'm glad you weren't scared to stand up for yourself. I am very impressed," He moves his chair to face Greta, who is now scared for her life. "On the other hand.. I'm not happy that you accused Ms. Wright for something that was incorrect. You should not make assumptions. I have seen the way you treat her on and off set, and I don't appreciate it either. If Diana and I had a problem with how she was behaving, we would talk to her ourselves. This is a warning. You need to treat your coworkers with respect, or I will take things further; I don't think you would want that."

Greta nods, but she kicks me under the table. Her heel dips right into my shin. I squeeze my eyes shut. That really hurt. I stand up after her, and John apologizes one more time. I limp out of the office. 

Harry sees me and runs over. "What happened? Are you alright?" He continues to ask questions, but my head is spinning. I can't believe I did that. Or even made it out alive. Harry grabs me a chair and helps me sit down. I slump into the chair and he seems worried.

"Your leg is bleeding! Let me go get a bandage." Harry immediately rushes away.

"Oh. My. God!" I turn my head, and Diana is sprinting towards me.

What could've possibly happened this time?

Author's note:

hey luvs! i don't like greta. i will try to update three times again today, maybe four if i can get to it. i loved writing this chapter because andrea finally stood up for herself against greta. see you soon luvs ❤️