The Treasure She Never Asked For

The following day, filming was over and since Marcel was with them briefly but played such an important role, he was invited to have dinner with the other cast members and filming crew. Marcel, who had just finished his final scene where he died, went to get his bloody makeup removed.

"I'm so sad to see you go. The writer should have made the role more permanent. Why did you have to die so soon?" the makeup artist complained as he removed the special effects makeup.

"If the role was more permanent, I wouldn't have been able to do it since I'm filming another program," Marcel said with a laugh. He had already gotten used to most of the crew that was here and even gathered quite a few fans among them.

"Oh, the busy life of a newcomer, I saw the new episode that came out. Who was that girl who puked all over you? She is already receiving hate online," the makeup artist said.

"Seriously! Even though they censored it, I could understand Alistair's disgust! It's fortunate that our Marcel had already passed out," another makeup artist who was idly watching said and soon the whole room started discussing the show Marcel was in while Marcel silently listened. He kept wondering when he had become their Marcel?

"We're all done," the makeup artist said, and after Marcel thanked him, he left with Lane. He was only thinking of going home and taking a shower and resting for a while before the dinner later.

Lane dropped Marcel off at his apartment and left as he was told to go get some rest as well. Marcel took a shower and crawled into bed to sleep after setting an alarm. 

An hour later, he was woken by his alarm and went to freshen up and get dressed. He laid down on his sofa and logged into his social media as he waited for Lane to come and pick him up.

He saw the way his fans were bashing Lydia and chuckled in amusement. He couldn't say that he wasn't disgusted by the memory, but he had forgotten about it and it had only resurfaced with the airing of the new episode.

He had to find time to watch it later since it looked like more exciting things happened that he was unaware of. As he scrolled through his page, Lane's phone call finally came.

"Hello?" Marcel said as he stretched his muscles while sitting up on the couch.

"Yes, I've already arrived. You can come down if you are ready," Lane said and Marcel made a sound of acknowledgement before cutting the call.

Marcel went to take his wallet and checked himself in the mirror for the last time before he left his apartment. When Lane saw Marcel, he noticed that he already looked much less fatigued than he had been earlier.

"Let's go," Marcel said once he had settled down, and the van drove off. As he was looking at the night scenery, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, so he pulled it out and picked up the call.

"Hello?" Adrian said from the other end.

"Hi," Marcel answered as he realised that he had kind of missed hearing his voice.

"Am I bothering you? Are you still filming?" Adrian asked with his voice tinged with a trace of nervousness.

"No, I finished filming today. I'm just going to attend a farewell dinner," Marcel said. He knew that they were just giving Damien a face by hosting this dinner. Otherwise, who would bother so much with a newcomer? The director would rather shoot a few more scenes rather than waste time and money.

"Oh? Where are they hosting it?" Adrian asked.

"Give me a second," Marcel said before asking Lane where they were going.

"It's at XX restaurant," Marcel said after receiving the answer. .

"Oh, well, I wanted to see you before we go back tomorrow," Adrian said as his voice got lower. Marcel could already feel his heart race from his words and had to do everything to keep his composure.

"We'll probably be done at around 10:30 pm," Marcel said after thinking for a while. He didn't see any reason for them to have dinner for more than three hours, especially if they were going to be filming the next day.

"Then I'll come pick you up at 11:00 pm," Adrian said.

"But,"

"Trust me, you'll still be leaving early, be careful not to drink too much. Pretend that you are drunk if you have to avoid being forced to drink," Adrian said.

"I know," Marcel said with a smile. It had been a while since someone worried for him like this.

"Then I'll see you later," Adrian said.

"Mmmh, I'll see you later," Marcel said as he chuckled.

"So cute," he added as he looked out the window, not knowing that Adrian hadn't hung up. Adrian hung up and felt his cheeks gradually become warm. 

"New girlfriend?" a voice asked, pulling him out of his daydreaming.

"No," Adrian answered as he turned to look at his brother.

"Then why are you behaving so suspiciously?" he asked as he sat on one of the sofas in Adrian's office.

"It's none of your business. What do you want?" Adrian asked and felt uneasy when his brother looked at him straight in the eyes as if he was trying to read his mind.

"Let's go out for dinner. It's been a long time since we had the chance to hang out," he suggested as he continued to study his expression.

"I'm not hungry," Adrian answered.

"Then watch me eat, let's go," he said and dragged Adrian away.

Marcel, on the other hand, looked at the table of drinks in front of him with a dumbfounded expression.

"I thought we were having dinner," he said and the actor that played his second in command who was sitting next to him laughed.

"Is this your first time? In this circle, prepare to drink. A lot," he said and roughly patted his shoulder.

"I know, but shouldn't we at least eat first?" Marcel asked. The food was on its way, but it looked like this crew was going to drink as they waited for their food, drink while eating their food, and continue drinking after they are finished with their food.

"Are you good at drinking?" the ȧssistant director, who was sitting next to him asked.

"I'm really bad at it," Marcel lied. With Avian as a cheat, he could drink everyone under the table.

"Then you'll have to practice to get better at it!" he said and poured him a glass of wine. Marcel expressionlessly looked at the glass in front of him and realised that his plan to act like he couldn't drink backfired miserably. What the hell did he mean by he needed to practice? Does such a thing also require skill?

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