Chapter 205 Breakfast Encounter
Chapter 205 Breakfast Encounter
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These are minor matters. With your skills, you should handle them easily. I’ve heard Mr. Daniel is a principled and respected man. Be diligent–if you can gain his favor, your path will be smoother. They say he appreciates poetry–you might want to brush up on that when you have time.” Louis said.
Freya was stunned.
Louis didn’t offer to intervene or question my competence. Instead, he shared valuable insider knowledge about Mr. Daniel’s preferences This approach put me at ease–I hated when amateurs doubted my abilities.
Knowing the higher–ups tastes was invaluable for a newcomer. This was genuine consideration, and Freya felt a flicker of gratitude. “Got it,” she replied.
The conversation shifted to Louis subtly advising her on navigating industry circles–not just basic social etiquette, but deeper strategies for integration. Freya recognized the effort behind these insights, and her gratitude deepened.
30 minutes later, when they finally hung up, warmth spread through Freya’s chest.
Regardless of our relationship’s nature, having someone who cared, respected my abilities, and offered thoughtful guidance was a blessing He truly treated me well.
The next morning. Freya rose early. After texting Louis a simple “Good morning“, she headed downstairs for breakfast. Louis, an habitual early riser, checked his phone immediately. His typically impassive gaze softened as he typed back, “Morning Work well.”
The hotel’s second floor housed the dining area, offering a complimentary buffet spread. Freya selected steamed buns, eggs, oat porridge, and some side dishes–just enough to finish without waste.
Finding an empty table, she arranged her meal carefully.
My mother had always said, “In life, food and clothing matter most. Fancy clothes weren’t necessary–comfort sufficed. But meals, even humble ouer, deserved full attention.
This philosophy had won Louis over initially–raised in ixxury, he’d never tolerate subpar food unless absolutely necessary.
Midway through her meal, a shadow fell across the table. Freya swallowed and looked up to find Jasper smiling down at her.
“Good morning, Ms. Stone. Is this seat taken?”
Obviously not. The question was mere politeness. But with so many empty tables, why approach met Do 1–a mere assistant screentoriter hold some unexpected value?
Could I really refuse after saying it was empty?
Jasper settled across from her. “Couldn’t sleep–too excited about the script. Figured I’d grab breakfast, and here you are. What a coincidence.”
Freya almost laughed but refused to take the bait. “Mr. Daniel’s scripts are always excellent. I’m just thrilled for the learning opportunity.”
“Credit where it’s due–your novel hooked me immediately. When Zane v seasoned author, not a brilliant beauty like you.”
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