107 What do we do?!–1
After Isla Shaw got NG’d for the thirteenth time, Amelia Johnson finally couldn’t take it
anymore. Seriously, anyone with eyes could tell the director was doing it on purpose.
Just as she was about to step forward and confront Mr. Bennett, Sophia Lee reached out to
block her way.
“They’re still filming. What are you trying to do?”
“It’s you!” Amelia’s eyes locked onto Sophia with a sharp look laced with irritation. That stare
made Sophia instinctively look away, her guilt almost written all over her face.
Sophia figured out what Amelia was implying–this wasn’t about recognizing her, but
accusing her of being the one messing things up behind the scenes.
Trying to hold her ground, Sophia said stiffly, “Not sure what you mean. But as a mere
assistant, you’d better not stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“You know exactly what you’ve done.” Amelia raised her hand, and Sophia nearly flinched-
only to realize she was just brushing her hair back.
Amelia let out a short laugh and walked straight toward the director.
Sophia stared after her, gritting her teeth.
“Cut!”
The word came from both Amelia and Mr. Bennett at the same time–though Amelia’s voice
had a sharper edge to it.
Startled, Mr. Bennett turned and saw Amelia standing right beside him. His face immediately
darkened. “What the hell are you doing? Who even are you? You can’t just barge in while we’re
filming!”
Even as he scolded her, he was sizing her up. She had a striking look–definitely the kind of girl who would blow up if she ever acted. Too bad she seemed to have a bit of a temper.
Isla stepped forward then, seeing where this was going. Her voice was cold: “Director, could
you tell me exactly what I did wrong this time?”
Mr. Bennett was just about to launch into one of his textbook responses when Amelia
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casually lifted a hand, gesturing for him to stop.
“There are plenty of people here. Every single one of them saw it plain as day–it’s you who’s
causing all this mess on purpose!”
Everyone on the set had already guessed as much, but no one dared speak out. Now that
“She’s my assistant,” Isla immediately cut in, moving protectively in front of Amelia.

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