Chapter 11 Director, I'm A Saint

• The car rolled to a stop in Sterling Entertainment’s private garage. The moment Seraphina stepped out, her eyes widened. The building itself towered above, radiating wealth and power.
• By the elevator stood a girl in her early twenties. Her hair was a wild, vibrant red that tumbled down her shoulders in loose curls. She wore a pale pink blouse tucked into a high-waisted pants, paired with heels just low enough to let her move freely. With a spark of rebellion in her hair that screamed she wasn’t here to blend in.
• “Director Sterling!” the girl called out, practically bouncing on her heels.