The next couple of days were heaven for Penelope. No longer the crowd filling extra, she was now the star of the show; every show. From kids' bandaids to women's jewelry. Amy Lawrence steamed and tantrumed at the back of the crowd that circled Penelope, giving her juices and fanning her and dressing her up.

Penelope loved the attention, not enough to gloat and stand above everyone else. Acting was easy, but too much was too difficult to manage. After shooting back to back commercials, she went back to her dressing room. A water boy persistently followed her everywhere.

"Please, thank you. I don't want any drink right now. I just want to read my book and get some alone time! Is that a difficult thing to ask."

"Sorry, ma'am. I'll leave you alone." The water boy slouched and left.

"Thank you."

Penelope sighed a long sigh, finally alone for the first time since she'd come to work. She picked up a novel she'd started ages ago, and sat down on her dresser chair to read in peace.

The book was such an intense read that she didn't notice when the door opened again.

"Miss Adams, some iced tea for you."

The voice interrupted her read and she got fed up.

"For the love of, didn't I just," She looked up to see her boss holding a glass on a plate for her.

"Sir! Why did you...you didn't have t-"

"No, no. Please, I insist," Mr. Kirby pushed the glass into her hand.

"Oh, thank you." She drank the iced tea in front of him, looking at him over the rim of the glass

"Penelope, do you mind if I ask you a favor?" Mr. kirby plopped on a stool in front of her.

"Mhmm," Penelope forcefully said.

"Well, we have this film coordinator coming to our studios. He has pretty impressive contacts, acting agencies, directors. And if he gets to know that our lead model is in an affair with Christian Sanders..." the director dragged his words on the spindle he pretended with his hands.

"Then...?" Penelope leaned forward, a brow up in curiosity.

Kirby sighed, exasperated. "Then It'll be a great boost for our studio!" He almost whined. " Dream big, Penelope. I'm not asking you to dream too much, but I'm asking you to see the bigger picture, the brighter future! That rests on your shoulders. No worries!" He cooled off, throwing his concerns off onto his young new star.

Penelope, in her naivety, felt honored and proud of the great responsibility,

"You're absolutely right!" Penelope jumped off her seat, an index finger hooked in the air. How long will we keep making small films? Our company needs national clients. International clients even!"

As she spun around with her bring dream, her wild expression spooked her director, who jumped a few spaces back.

"You sit back and watch Mr. K how I make your studio bigger than Universal!"

Kirby nervously laughed, almost afraid of the Frankenstein he'd unleashed.

"Great! That's the spirit. I'll let you work on your script." He literally back crawled out of the trailer, bumping into a reporter.

The young guy threw up a nod at the older man.

"Hi, excuse me. I'm doing an article on struggling models for by entrance exam. Can I interview some models for my research."

"Yeah, yeah. In the green room. Go right ahead," Kirby calmly said. "Khushtav! Not there! Grab that stupid prop and put it somewhere better!" He yelled off in the next second as if he was bigger than Spielberg.

The student pursed an expression that said ookaay, and led himself up to the trailer. He poked his through after a couple knocks.

"Hello, is anyone home?"

"Oh, welcome!" A bouncy voice replied and he looked in to see a beautiful woman stand up and usher him to a seat.

"Please, be seated." She gave him a smile that he knew meant she wanted something.

"Thank you," he dryly said through a smile and took a seat on the couch. The girl sat next to him, as if expecting an interview.

"My director said you'd be coming!" She told him, thinking about the film coordinator Kirby had told her about. This young man with hipster glasses and a camera certainly fit the bill.

"Really?" the boy didn't try hiding the surprise on his face.

Penelope looked out the window, expecting something or someone. She sighed and smiled at him.

"Setting up shots takes so much time, man! And I've got to hurry to the airport." She offered him water, with a slice of something bobbing in it

"You're flying to California?" The boy asked, taking out a recorder and a notepad.

"Oh, no no! My boyfriend Christian's flying in to see me." She folded her hands and daydreamed at the ceiling, selling her relationship.

"Christian who, if I might ask?" the young man said, daring to sip from the inviting glass.

"Um you know, Christian Sanders!" she informed him as if he was born yesterday.

He spit out the water in his mouth, more out shock than the taste of it.

"Christian Sanders?! CEO of NextTech!?"

"Of course! How many Christian Sanders do you know?" Penelope brushed a hand at him, like he'd been her girlfriend for years.

"You know what's actually so sweet-"

"Bruce." The boy introduced himself.

"What's so sweet, is that that's where I first met him! It was my first time flying, and it was a long 5-6 hour flight, and he saw my nerves. Comes up to me in the airport, calms me down, goes away smiling, all proud."

She paused.

"Lo and behold, he's sitting next to me on the plane! You wanna know what I think though?" She whispered and leaned in like she had the juiciest rumor. "I think he did it on purpose. You know, use his power and pocket to get the seat next to mine."

"D-do you mind if I record?" Bruce stared at her with brilliant eyes, catching his biggest story before he was even in.

"Sure, sure. So anyway, he's helping me close the overhead and I look up to him smiling at me, like he knew it wasn't chance. And then he let me sit by the window and shuffled right on into the seat next to me."

Penelope sighed to herself, imagining an oscar, letting Bruce think she was dreaming of her fake fiance.

"He did one of his cute chuckles and let out a hand, 'Hi, I'm Christian Sanders.' he says and my hand hung in the air, as shocked as you were right there."

For the next half hour, Penelope pitched her story and Bruce intently bought it, already planning to sell to the highest bidder.

He had his winner by the next day news report.