Cordelia had just poured herself a glass of water and taken a gulp, so she almost spat it out.
She ended the call and left the room.
Mona seemed impatient outside and glared at her in frustration.
“What’s this? You call this professional?” she yelled. “Imperial Media’s a capable company in showbiz. How’s there an agent like this!? Where’s the courtesy when the artist came and was just abandoned at the side!?”
Mr. Smith could not take it. “Ms. Adams, have you been courteous then?”
Mona glared at him.
“Ms. Cordelia is Madam Baker’s senior assistant. She oversees all artists' activities, schedules, training, and so on. Even Neil Harris has to follow her arrangement!
“Or do you think you’re higher in status compared to Mr. Harris?”
What Mr. Smith said carried a lot of weight. Mona took a step back in indignation.
Cordelia smiled and picked up a folder on the desk. It contained the schedules of several artists in the company.
“This is your arranged schedule.” Cordelia passed Mona’s to her. “There are a few things to note going on this show. I’ll let your assistant know beforehand.”
“What show is this?” Mona cried again after taking a look and tossed the document to the side. “I’m not going!”
“This is the company’s arrangement.” Cordelia looked at her coldly.
“The company’s arrangement? Ms. Cordelia, I signed with Imperial Media aiming for famous directors and big productions! You’re not arranging film roles for me but asking me to go on variety shows?”
“Your direction is that of an influencer celebrity. You need sufficient exposure. Besides, there aren't any films suitable for you currently.”
“I think you’re doing this on purpose!” Mona glared at her with a twisted expression.
Cordelia chuckled. “Ms. Adams, you’re here to make money for the company. How will I benefit from picking on you?”
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