For a second, Amelia was at a loss for words.
Her smile looked a bit stiff, and it took her a moment before she finally replied, "Then could you please ask Mr. Johnson to let Miss Collins know—if she's feeling better, I'd appreciate it if she could give me a confirmed time soon, so I can sort out the next shoot."
With that, she didn't stay a second longer and turned to leave.
President's Office.
Vivian stared at Simon's office, looking utterly unimpressed.
"This place is way too cold. All black, white, and gray... it's just ugly."
Simon, still reading through a contract, let out a faint smirk at her comment.
"Well, you're not the one working here. Does it being ugly even matter to you?"
Vivian instantly protested.
"This is your office, of course it matters to m
