"Kiki, someone is looking for you outside."
Kiki Monroe put down the script in her hand and glanced at the assistant, her voice cheerful, "Who?"
"Director Charles Wright."
"Charles Wright? What's he doing here?" Kiki thought for a moment, then finally said, "Let him in."
She picked up another script, flipped through it a few times, and then casually tossed it onto the table.
No good scripts!
Charles Wright stormed in, his refined face flushed red with anger. As soon as he entered, he rudely accused, "Kiki Monroe, what have you done?!"
Kiki slowly settled into the sofa, glaring at him with undisguised disdain, "What's gotten into you? Let me tell you, this is not a film set; you have no right to boss me around!"
