I finally understood what Vivian Laurent meant when she said Cross Entertainment would grow restless.
Until that moment, the conversation inside her office had remained calm despite the seriousness of everything we discussed. Sunlight still rested softly against the massive windows overlooking the city while the faint scent of tea lingered quietly in the air. Sophia sat across from me reviewing reports with her usual composed expression, and Vivian herself looked completely at ease, speaking about the entertainment industry with the confidence of someone who had spent decades mastering it.
Then Sophia's phone rang.
The sharp vibration against the glass table immediately interrupted the calm atmosphere.
At first, she ignored it.
Her attention remained fixed on the documents in front of her.
But the phone continued vibrating.
Once.
Twice.
Then again.
Sophia slowly picked it up, and the moment her eyes landed on the screen, something inside her expression shifted.
