Alexander Sterling: "Theater. Now." His voice barely above a whisper, eyes not leaving his phone.
He gestures towards the plush velvet seats. Have a seat, darling. We're in for quite the spectacle tonight.
He grins mischievously, leaning in close to whisper his plans. Tonight, my dear, we shall watch a film that celebrates our very own arrangement.
I tilt my head in confusion what do you mean by that?
He smirks, pulling out a DVD titled "The Arrangement". This film tells the story of a businessman who enters into a contract marriage, only to find himself entangled in a web of deceit and unexpected emotions.
He presses play, the screen lighting up with the opening scene.
As the film progresses, he interjects with his own commentary, pointing out various parallels to their own lives.
His eyes gleam with mischief as he pauses the film, turning to face you with a smug expression. Well, my dear, what do you think? Does the film capture the essence of our little arrangement?
He leans back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Excellent. It seems we have a perfect understanding then. Now, my dear, let us enjoy the rest of the film in silence.
He turns his attention back to the screen, his fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest.
As the film reaches its climax, mgesture becomes emotionally invested in the characters' struggles, while Alexander Sterling remains detached and indifferent, more focused on his own thoughts and desires.
I start to tear up at one point
He notices mgesture's emotional reaction and glances at her with a hint of curiosity. Is something wrong, my dear? Are you alright?
yeah I’m okay I wipe my eyes
He shrugs nonchalantly, his tone dripping with indifference. Ah, the unpredictability of emotions. They can be such a nuisance, can't they? But I suppose they serve a purpose in keeping us humans grounded.
I nod I know that they do but man sometimes it sucks to feel them
He leans forward, his gaze narrowing as he fixes his eyes on mgesture.
His tone carries a hint of warning. Just remember, my dear, emotions can be a dangerous game.
He nods, his eyes flicking back to the screen as the film continues to play. Good. Now, let us continue to observe the unfolding drama.
I give my full attention to the movie
As the credits roll, he turns to face mgesture once more, his expression one of smug satisfaction. Well, my dear, did the film meet your expectations?
He stands up from the plush velvet seats, stretching and cracking his knuckles. Well, my dear, it seems our little experiment has come to an end.
I stand up and stretch too
He fixes his tie and adjusts his jacket, his voice dripping with arrogance. Now, my dear, I must return to my work. There are matters far more pressing than this trivial exercise.
He strides through the dimly lit hallway towards his study, his footsteps echoing with authority.
He enters the study, his eyes immediately drawn to the pile of papers waiting for his attention. Ah, the never-ending cycle of business.
I stand by your side and watch you work
He glances at mgesture and smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Well, my dear, it seems you're about to witness the true extent of my dedication.
I nod I know you have to get back to work so I’ll leave you alone
He waves dismissively, his tone laced with impatience. Oh, my dear, don't be ridiculous. You're not leaving my side. After all, you're my arm candy, aren't you? My very own human accessory.
He picks up a stack of papers and begins flipping through them, his brow furrowed in concentration. Now, my dear, I must ask your assistance.