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Cordelia had just poured herself a glass of water and taken a gulp, so she almost spat it out.
She ended the call and left the room.
Mona seemed impatient outside and glared at her in frustration.
“What’s this? You call this professional?” she yelled. “Imperial Media’s a capable company in showbiz. How’s there
an agent like this!? Where’s the courtesy when the artist came and was just abandoned at the side!?”
Mr. Smith could not take it. “Ms. Adams, have you been courteous then?”
Mona glared at him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Ms. Cordelia is Madam Baker’s senior assistant. She oversees all artists’ activities, schedules, training, and so on.
Even Neil Harris has to follow her arrangement!
“Or do you think you’re higher in status compared to Mr. Harris?”
What Mr. Smith said carried a lot of weight. Mona took a step back in indignation.
Cordelia smiled and picked up a folder on the desk. It contained the schedules of several artists in the company.
“This is your arranged schedule.” Cordelia passed Mona’s to her. “There are a few things to note going on this
show. I’ll let your assistant know beforehand.”
“What show is this?” Mona cried again after taking a look and tossed the document to the side. “I’m not going!”
“This is the company’s arrangement.” Cordelia looked at her coldly.
“The company’s arrangement? Ms. Cordelia, I signed with Imperial Media aiming for famous directors and big
productions! You’re not arranging film roles for me but asking me to go on variety shows?”
“Your direction is that of an influencer celebrity. You need sufficient exposure. Besides, there aren’t any films
suitable for you currently.”
“I think you’re doing this on purpose!” Mona glared at her with a twisted expression.
Cordelia chuckled. “Ms. Adams, you’re here to make money for the company. How will I benefit from picking on
you?”
“I’m not going on this show anyway!” Mona was disdainful. “Madam Baker already said when she signed me. I can
do what I like!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Ms. Cordelia, should I listen to Madam Baker or you?”
Cordelia looked at her. “I’ve already signed the contract for this show.”
“Then pay the penalty!” Mona threw herself on the couch. “Or… you can beg me?”
Cordelia’s expression was cold as she stayed silent. She caught the flash of triumph in the woman’s eyes.
She was an influencer type of celebrity with a massive fan following—blind, mindless ones.
Cordelia would not possibly ask for her to be carried to the variety show. Even if she could force her there, she
could make nonsense up on the show and destroy the company’s painstakingly built reputation.
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