While eating their packed lunches, the crew members mingled, sharing lighthearted banter.
With his chair tilted back, Asher rested his feet on another chair and nonchalantly slid his chicken leg into Elizabeth’s lunchbox.
Elizabeth bit into the chicken and commented, “Mr. Rodgers should consider adding some more meat options. These meals feel a bit bland.”
Right then, Soren made his entrance with a smile, bearing two bags filled with coffee cups. “Sorry about that. I’ll make sure we include more meat in tomorrow’s lunches.”
As he handed the coffee to the assistant, he said, “Today’s agenda includes nominating several of our team members to join the lineup for this week’s episode of Weekend Party.”
Known for its high ratings, Weekend Party was a staple in the variety show circuit, often hosted by top-tier celebrities and featuring a mix of prominent and up-and-coming stars.
The show served as a main platform for celebrities aiming to boost visibility for their latest projects, be it films, music, or television dramas.
A hush settled over the room, anticipation building as everyone awaited his next words.
It was evident from Soren’s impromptu visit that his intentions extended beyond merely selecting show participants.
Pausing to take a sip of his coffee, he said methodically, “I intend to take this opportunity to unveil Elizabeth as the real Katrina.”
Asher’s expression turned contemplative. “Don’t you think that’s somewhat premature? We had agreed to wait until after the production.”
Soren set his coffee down, saying, “By the broadcast, filming will be nearly complete.” Convinced of the strategic advantage, Soren added, “The timing will generate more buzz.”
Prompted by Soren’s reasoning, Asher planted his feet firmly on the floor, tallying considerations on his fingers. “We’re indeed close to wrapping up. Elizabeth, your thoughts?” He raised his gaze to her, seeking her input.
Elizabeth briefly lingered, straw to her mouth, before calmly saying, “I’m okay with the team’s decision.”
“Then it’s decided,” Soren replied firmly.
He specifically visited today to discuss this because the hype around Katrina’s identity was immense. Revealing it on “Weekend Party” would capitalize on that momentum.
Meanwhile, Sandra relaxed on a couch under a cashmere blanket, casually tapping on her phone.
Bart, the director, approached with a warm smile, saying, “Sandra, ‘Weekend Party’ wants some of our cast for their next show. We thought you and Stewart would be perfect.”
Sandra continued her game without glancing up. “No thanks, find someone else.”
Her preoccupation with Elizabeth and Elijah’s growing closeness had left her too drained to think about work, let alone appear on a variety show.
Bart was taken aback by her refusal, as it was a golden opportunity.
Seeing a chance, Elva interjected, recognizing the promotional benefit, “Sandra, this is a fantastic opportunity. Appearing on ‘Weekend Party’ could really boost our show’s visibility.”
Frustrated, Sandra set her phone aside and frowned. “I’ve already declined. Do I have to be the sole promoter of our show? Elijah funded this. Now I should promote it as well? What are the others here for—if not merely as ornaments?”
Her indifference to team collaboration, despite her financial contribution, left Bart cold. “Fine,” he replied casually. “If you won’t go, I’ll send the second female lead with Stewart.”
Elva continued to persuade her. “You might be worried about Elizabeth, but remember, Mr. James invested a lot in you. It’s important to show some results.”
Sandra dismissed the idea, saying, “That doesn’t concern him.”
Hearing this, Elva couldn’t help but question—what did Elijah see in Sandra?
