1. Pure Obsession (Finn) - Chapter Three


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    it.” “And you know that you owe me from last time. I’m not made of fucking money. I need to pay the test guy, Ella.” His voice was unyielding. “What do you think this is, a charity?” I backed away just in time as a platinum-blonde girl flung open the door and marched down the corridor, not even glancing in my direction. Methodically, I began pinning up the new rehearsal notices. I heard Daniel slam shut a drawer and then he came out of the room, locked the door and headed towards the studio where class was in progress. I finished tacking up the sheets. The hallway was empty, deserted. I could hear the distant sounds of music from the studio. I walked down the corridor, and used my skeleton key to unlock the door of Daniel’s dressing room. I slipped inside. It was incredibly untidy. There were personal belongings scattered around and bags and papers littered the floor. I browsed the shelves, even looked inside the wardrobe and found nothing. There was nothing incriminating in any of the bags. Then I opened the drawer of the dressing table There were some papers, a bundle of cash, a small, silver straw and then I found what I was looking for; a small, clear bag full of white powder. Somehow, I doubted it was baking soda. It felt wrong to be crouched there on the floor with a bag of cocaine in my hand. I shut the drawer, took one final glance around the room and straightened up. There was nothing left to do. A glance at my watch told me that class was coming to an end and I ...
    headed to the door, only to find someone coming in. My heart sank. It was Vincent, the AD. We looked at each other a second, him obviously noticing my overalls and probably figuring I was meant to be cleaning the room. He was maybe an inch taller than me, and yet somehow his presence intimidated me. I tried not to think about it. Technically, he was my boss. I was supposed to feel his superiority, right? “Good morning,” he said, maybe a little stiffly. “Daniel isn’t here?” “Uh, no.” “Right.” He hovered in front of me, like he wanted to say something else but I had no idea what was on his mind since we’d hardly ever spoken before. “Finn, isn’t it?” he asked, with an attempt at a smile. “That’s right.” I said, awkwardly. “You know, I should probably, get going. There were some mirrors in studio C that I had to-” “What’s that?” he cut me off, having noticed the bag in my hand. “Oh.” I held it up reluctantly. “I don’t know. I found it, on, uh, on the dressing table.” His eyes met mine, serious and penetrating and he took it from me, holding it between his forefinger and thumb. “Just lying there? On the table?” I shrugged, trying to play clueless. “Yeah. I mean, I thought it might be stage make-up or something, I don’t really know what you all use around here. Anyway, it seemed out of place so I thought I’d give it to Jen in the office.” He walked past me into the room and glanced over the desk, then pulled open the drawer, rifling around and emerging with the straw. He looked at me. ...
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