THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 49's. The Sara Mission 8
If anything happens, he and I are just good friends. I won't let myself think he can be mine. There can be no such thought.
"May I hold your arm?" I whispered to him, carefully asking for his approval for my actions.
"Yes. Of course, we have to look friendly, don't we." Tuck my hand on his arm and follow him walking. There was a guard who seemed to open the door for her.
"Dean, I brought my own car. Back to the apartment."
"Understand Sir." The bodyguard gave Franco the car keys, there was another car ready behind him.
Then he even opened the door for me, making me smile thankfully. Maybe he was that sweet to every 'good friend'.
"You don't have a show tomorrow."
"There's."
"Your show must be interesting." I grimaced. Their men can't help but think of the interesting thing on their minds.
"Come if you want to see it, my schedule's at 1Oak tomorrow. But I'm not a principal dancer, there's one senior of mine who holds that spot, however I've only been training for 3 months, my friend knows I need this job so he gives me a quick schedule."
"Hmm.maybe if I have time later. You don't miss ballet." I was thinking maybe he was not feeling good about such a hot show, which became fe*tishnya is a ballet dancer. He likes classical performances, maybe pole dancing sounds very modern and does not suit his taste.
"Every day I miss him."
"Maybe you could be a ballet teacher."
"Not in the near future is certain."
"You're right too."
She talked about her little story in ballet, she was still a prospective professional dancer until she was 14, before an injury changed her course.
It seems he appreciates his years in the ballet world.
"You're dancing now."
"A little later, I learned waltz, classical dance, I loved it."
"Waltz, interesting." I guess he likes classical art, not contemporary art.
"You seem to be a great dancer, Mr. Director."
"Don't you have any trouble changing from ballet to pole dancer?" I grimaced with his question.
"If I'm to be honest it's like being slammed from a bright stage full of light onto a dark stage full of smoke, but I can't stand to be an idealist now. My idealism wouldn't be support for my mother. So I ignored how it felt. And just trying to be the best I can be. End of story, I don't want to complain anything in front of you, Mr. Director. I've got tens of thousands, enough for Mom's spare funds, I can give her more spending money too, it's so much fun, I won't complain. It's not as bad as you think."
"I don't mean to say it's bad, I just want to know how you can go through such a change."
"I can. Don't worry, it's my choice."
No choice because the economic situation obviously never happened to him, even though he was raised by a single mother like my mother, obviously his mother's family is much more established than my mother.
"I don't mean to make you angry, I'm sorry."
"I'm not angry." I smiled briefly, and sighed, offering a depressed feeling of being reminded of having to leave the ballet.
I threw my eyes out on the street. For a moment I don't want to talk anymore.
We entered Riverside Boulevard, it turns out he lives in Rushmore, rent here might be 50x my small apartment rental in LA. It's not an apartment unit, it's a condominium. I have to remind you again in a different world.
"I'm sorry I bothered you tonight." I who never had this luxury felt like I wasn't worthy here. It's just a feeling, yes it might be true.
"Nobody said you were disturbing. Let's go in." I'll follow, maybe later after I'm done with the phone I can go home, although with the current settings it might be two or three.
I entered that condominium unit, immediately the view of the Hudson River and the awesome Manhattan aerial was pampering the eye. I stood beside the window and admired him.
"Your condo looks great." Of course it's good, the price is also amazing. Yes, it is in accordance with his position of course.
"Thank you." He just smiled and let me admire him
"Master welcome, your room and Miss are ready." A housekeeper greeted us.
"I can go back home, I don't have to stay here, I just have to wait about maybe two hours to put the tools in."
"Thank you Marian, you can go." The housekeeper left just our stay here, my eyes still looking at the scene in front of me.
"You angry? I'm sorry, I don't mean to condescend what you're doing right now." He stood beside me.
"I'm not angry Mr. Director." I don't take her words seriously, I don't see her, I deserve to be angry anyway. I owe him too much.
"If you're not mad why you refuse to see me." His words made me look at him.
"I'm not angry." I saw him and smiled. Why did he apologize to me.
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