You still have a chance.

Loud music in the background, people dancing and too much noise. Damon was focused on the drink in his hand. He looked around for seconds observing the place, he shifted his gaze to the entrance. seeing more people coming in and one of them had jet black short hair, soft features and ocean blue eyes who caught his attention. But he didn't care much, he looked back at his drink and drank the content, but realization hit him while he was drinking. His eyes suddenly widened as he choked violently and coughed.

Ignoring the loud coughs, Andrea took a seat a few seats away from the unknown man which she probably knew but didn't bother recognizing. Damon stared at her face deeply, her mess of a cold face that lost it's beautiful colors, her slightly dry yet soft lips. A natural face with no makeup. He observed her moves quietly. Not noticing the man's gazes at all, she ordered a strong cocktail.

'She looks...so done too.' Damon thought to himself, he was so interested in her after hearing the latest rumors although he was never interested in groundless rumors, her story sounded like one well-written villainess out of a Romance novel...? 'The third wheel, probably.' He said in his mind but never voiced out his thought. He didn't want her to take him the wrong way. Andrea stared blankly at her hands that she placed on the bar's table. 'Imagine being so hopeless that you're drinking your pain away. Hah.' Andrea made fun of herself in her mind. The bartender set her cocktail glass Infront of her. She held the cup in between her fingers and took a sip. She looked indifferent and distanced with an incredibly bad mood.

The alcohol spread through her blood making her a little dizzy but she enjoyed the bitter taste. With her lightly flushed face,he was sure that someone might try to hit on her or probably worse,knowing how ruined she already was and After thinking for a while Damon finally stood up and tapped on Andrea's shoulder lightly. Hardly controlling her body Andrea looked up. "Would you mind if I sit beside you Miss?" He asked gently. Andrea was too lazy to reply and she didn't even care so she just nodded. Agreeing to his request, Damon felt relieved that he didn't sound like a weird man to her and pulled a chair beside her. He ordered another whiskey and silently drank. He took a glance at her face, he wasn't expecting his brief look to end up in slight worry.

A tear escaped Andrea's eye but she furrowed in anger, not sadness. Clearing his throat Damon asked "Would you like to talk, Miss?" Andrea shifted her gaze to him confusingly, looking at his face he seemed to be in a difficult situation. "Are you stupid? you look like a depressed man who was fired from his work, yet you want to listen to someone else's problem?" Andrea couldn't hold back her tongue as she was mid way with her drink. Her sarcastic manner made him dumbfounded. he widened his eye slightly and rose his brow. People always talked to him with outmost respect and thought of their words thrice before they spoke to him. But this girl was just too honest. her words made him question himself. 'Do I really seem that depressed..' he thought to himself. He coughed lightly and averted her gaze then rubbed his neck. "It's just that..you seem to be in a problem as well..so i thought perhaps we could...Talk?" He said.

Andrea's relaxed eyes narrowed slightly,a Snicker escaped her lips. "Lame excuse but you're probably right." Andrea replied, keeping her sarcastic side showing. If she was still sober she would've been wary of him but she had nothing to lose besides the fact that she's already somewhat tipsy. She took a deep breathe and summarized her 4 years experience in a few simple sentences. "4 years ago, a big family asked for my hand in marriage to their Heir. Who's currently the CEO of their company, Me and him met often and he was very gentle to me but out of nowhere he said that he wanted to break off our engagement. Well.. honestly I thought we were engaged and just now I realized it was only a talk between two families. I lost myself in the lies my parents fed me." Andrea said with a pained smile.

Damon poured all his attention into her as she spoke. He took a sip from his drink as he listening, Seems like they were all groundless rumors and it was actually Cameron's fault? Why was he so interested anyway,was it because he thought she's in the same rollercoaster as him? "But I was in denial, I didn't believe that he actually refused to announce our engagement and continued acting like he was my husband..or something,I showed up everywhere he was and stirred up trouble for him,when he found someone for him he..." Andrea paused for a second. 'She Kidnapped her? that's what Rosie said to say the least.' Damon thought but patiently waited for Andrea. He felt like there was a missing piece in the story that was known to the public. "He used me to get her jealous, whenever she was around he'd act all gentle to me again like how he used to be when we first met, at that time I believed he was finally accepting me but I saw the way he looked at her, the way he always talked about her..I was so jealous that I kidnapped her." She took another big sip and stayed silent for a while. then looked at him. "I think this story is similar, no?" Andrea asked. "...Hmm,yes. I suppose I heard something similar before." Damon answered, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable telling her that he already knows who she was, maybe she'd think of him as a creepy paparazzi, after all he himself owns an entertainment company and is familiar with the situations most known artists are faced with.

"Andrea Lian, a model...Or rather, an ex-model after I was blacklisted by my own fiancé. I'm pretty sure you heard." Andrea introduced herself then looked at him up and down, silently. "Looking at your branded clothes I do believe you're also in some type of 'Rich guy' family situation as well?" she finally made eye contact with him. she somewhat was drowning in their beautiful yet rare color. Damon shook his head "Well, not a family situation." Not looking away from her colorful eyes, he started to speak. "Damon Gracia. A businessman." He introduced himself as well. Andrea's eyes enlarged a little in surprise. "Bloss entertainment CEO?" She asked. She wasn't really familiar with the business people as all she care about was Cameron's existence but she heard his name too many times. Damon nodded. "Which is also as good as gone." He remarked then began to speak. "My story is simple, Money issues, Arrows going down, high chance of going bankrupt. As easy as that." He tightened his grip on the cup. "What? but why? isn't everyone under bloss entertainment extremely known and talented?" She asked in curiosity. "Well, yes. Not anymore I assume." An not so understanding look washed over her face. Damon remained in indifferent anger. an awkward silence came in between them.

Finishing her drink, Andrea became completely drunk, she rested her head on the table and sighed. "So we both are in a fucked up life, no?" Andrea said in mockery. Damon grit his teeth. "But i think you have a way out, there's a POSSIBLE chance of going bankrupt..Not impossible to climb to the top again." She added. "What could I do? it's a ratio of 0.1 to -10..I cannot get any more artists in, or practice the artists I already have. They're all already under GLDN." Damon sighed heavily. "You know, you're still stupid in my eyes. I know I've said it once but I'm repeating it." Andrea said lazily earning a frown from Damon. "Why?"

"You're have hope but you're hopeless. Unlike me who was lost in my own 'princey princey will come and take me'~! thing, you could hire artists who just want a chance to show their talent, not money." Andrea suggested, part of her words were now childish and her voice became deeper and hoarse, a little seductive. "Young artists that are not transfered from company to company just want a chance to show what they're made of...not 'mOmMy I'M rIcH'..." Damon couldn't help but chuckle, that day that seemed to be long and tiring finally made him smile once. "Tall rich stupid CEO or whatever I'm too lazy to be appropriate here but there are still people who are hang up on you 'cause you're their last hope... don't let 'em lose their respect for ya man..don't be like me I already got nothin' to lose. Ma reputation is sweetly ruined, my parents are already blaming everything on me and I ain't got no friends. sO! to my depressing life!" Andrea spoke naturally. and held her glass up suddenly like she was making a toast it was just her nature to be a little tomboy-like.

"I want a glass of champagne!" She ordered "Pft-" Damon once more laughed softly. That girl was really so interesting. He thought of her suggestion, and found out that she's completely right. "But where could I find talented artists?" Now he was being serious, he was thinking about it deeply. Andrea puffed her cheeks and looked at him with narrowed eyes "Man..you gotta use that thick head of yours." Although she was somewhat insulting him he thought it was funny. "Of course, the internet! or artists that are not yet known."

Giving it a long thought, Damon's eyes were fixed on Andrea who was currently sipping champagne. 'What if I could include her.. wait.' a brilliant idea went into his head. 'Andrea is already a brilliant model and a workaholic, but the countless rumors around her are giving her a bad light...what if I could turn the tables on Cameron and Rosie?' he thought to himself. "Hehe...stars!" Andrea childishly said in a deep hoarse voice. Damon's string of thought was cut when he heard her little chuckles. He looked at her happy face that was now resting on her arm on the table and her other hand that was holding the glass of champagne. She was closing her eyes and smiling like she was watching a movie. Damon unwillingly poked her. Andrea's mood turned 180° into depression.

She cracked her eyelids and furrowed in sadness. "What did I lack for him to love her though...why?" she softly said, tears forming into her eyes. Andrea was known for being confident, firm and collected. She never cried in public. Remembering that..Damon thought 'So you're someone who bursts when you're only alone.' He came to that conclusion, he couldn't just let her be there though. "Ms. Andrea..Let me send you home." Damon said as he stood up. Andrea immediately flinched at the word 'Home' "NO! please!" Andrea tugged on his shirt, since she was already weak from alcohol. "Th..the Lian mansion..could never be m-my home. I can never be the daughter of two people who pushed me to my doom f-for a stupid o-o-opportunity to earn money..I..I..." Andrea was struggling with her words.

Damon looked at her in worry, he had a rough idea of what she meant "Would you like to stay at a hotel room?" He asked gently. giving her the the right to choose, Andrea immediately nodded. He supported her small and weak body to his car.

Settling her in the passenger seat,he climbed in the driver seat. Andrea put her head on the closed glass of the window and stayed still. He bent closely to her to fix her seatbelt then started the engine. A comfortable silence fell upon them as he drove to a good hotel.

As he was focused on the road, he heard a sweet but tired voice. "Me and you...we were made to break..." Andrea tiredly sang. Damon listened like there was a loving melody playing in the back while she gracefully hit the sound of the notes. "I know that's true..but it's much too late.." She said more. Listening clearly and knowing her story, he knew she was singing about her failed relationship with Cameron. His heart...felt a little pained? "You're perfectly wrong for...me...and that's why it's so hard to leave.... you're perfectly wrong for me....~" Andrea sang her last note then fell into a deep slumber with a steady breath. Damon stole a quick glance at her. His fierce professional eyes turned into a gentle look.

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Damon parked his car Infront of a luxurious hotel. He gently nudged Andrea to wake her up. "Nooo...kitty don't run away..." Andrea said quietly. 'Is this really the woman who confidently walks on the runway and has her strong look plastered all over the country?' He found her actions too...Nice? How could this be someone who kidnapped? she looked like she couldn't even hurt a fly. "Ms. Andrea, we're already here. Wake up.." Damon said in a soft manner. Andrea eventually opened her eyes slightly. Damon helplessly smiled and carefully helped her out of the car. He threw her arm over his shoulder and helped her walk.

SNAP! Andrea's heel broke

"WOAH!" Andrea almost fell on her back but Damon swiftly held her and caught her before she does. She was shocked as the pain she didn't feel any pain at all. But all she saw Infront of her was Damon's handsome features. They both stared at eachother's close face for a few seconds. 'Too close...' they thought at the same time but didn't want to pull away. 'Hold yourself together!' Damon snapped out of it and helped Andrea to her feet. "Are you okay?"

"Yes but my damned heel broke and my ankle is a little pained." Andrea said in annoyance. "I guess we have no other choice." Damon shrugged, he placed a hand under her knees and another at her back and quickly lifted her up. "Wh-" Andrea was not understanding what just happened, it was too quick to process...? "It's alright, I'll get you to your room." Damon said and took long steady steps into the hotel. Employees kept staring at him as he held a woman in bride style and walked to the reception like it was no big deal. Andrea was still in a daze from what just happened while Damon was checking in.

They took the elevator and reached the 10th floor. The hallway was so quiet and nothing made noise but his feet clacking as he walked to her room. Andrea stared at his focused face as he opened the door with great difficulty. "There you go..." He said, Placing her on the bed and taking her heels off. "Where's your phone?" She pointed her finger at the bag that fell from her shoulder next to the bed. He picked up her phone from the bag, Silently typing something in it. "I registered my name..i'll call you soon." With that, he stood up and was almost leaving, but He noticed a certain someone curious expression "What?" he asked. "Nothing it's just.." Andrea replied and looked away "You're mysterious but..I think you look much better with a smile instead of your focused face..it makes you more handsome!" Andrea cheekily said. For god knows how many times she caught him off guard. "...Goodnight." He said then left. on the door, he heard her soothing 'Sweet dreams!' Closing the door behind him, he put his hand on his pounding heart. "...How did her simple words make me feel this giddy inside.." he mumbled and curled his long slender fingers on his mouth. A slight blush made it's way to his cheek and he fastly left to go home.

But then there was still

The bartender from the bar

Who was still in shook after he heard the both of them introducing themselves Infront of him. 'I MET CELEBES!?'