Timothy arched a brow, his slender fingers drumming lazily on the table. “What is she doing here?” he asked, his tone careless.
Ines's expression shifted instantly. “Didn’t you ask Mr. Smith to recommend someone for a part?”
Mr. Smith chimed in, “Yeah, you wanted me to hold that role for you, right? Weren’t you going to pull some strings?”
Listening to them, Sheila felt an unexpected flutter of happiness—Timothy was still going out of his way to help her. But she couldn’t understand why Ines and Mr. Smith seemed so surprised, or why they kept bringing up Jessica.
What did any of this have to do with Jessica? Timothy had always intended for this role to go to her, hadn’t he?
Now even Timothy looked puzzled. “I did ask Mr. Smith for a part, but what does that have to do with Jessica?”
Ines grew flustered. “Weren’t you asking for Jessica’s sake?”
Timothy’s dark eyes narrowed, his jaw set. “When did I ever say the role was for Jessica? She’s been out of the industry for seven years—how could she possibly handle Director Smith’s animation project?”
“Then who did you want the role for?” Mr. Smith pressed, his gaze fixed intently on Timothy.
At that moment, Sheila’s face drained of color.
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