Vivian
I had just finished with my food and was taking an after-meal rest when a phone buzzed. For a moment, I thought it was Casey's other phone, and I feared that her mood which I had finally been able to elevate was going to be dampened again, but thankfully, it was my phone ringing instead. It was a call from director Jones, the director in charge of the movie adaptation of one of my books, one of the other reasons I had returned to Ryle Country.
"A pleasant morning to you, Director Jones." I greeted.
"A pleasant morning to you too my dear bestseller." He said, and I chuckled. "I hope I'm not interrupting your creative time. I have something important to share."
My curiosity turned into anticipation. "Not at all. What's on your mind?"
"I wanted to personally invite you to the movi
