They knew that the moment the recording was fetched, the two of them were done for.
If it'd just been Sally, fine, she could just say that she misremembered and get away with an apology.
But Sam had taken her side back then. As the choreographer, he'd designed the moves himself. He couldn't say that he of all people had forgotten.
Thinking of that, Sam glared at Sally.
It was all this woman's fault. She'd wanted to make an impression in front of Max and step on Laura while she was at it, and she'd come up with that plan on the spot.
Great, she'd made an impression, so what now?
Sally was in a bit of a panic too.
If Max caught wind that she was deliberately framing Laura, forget the costar position, she might not even keep her side character role.
At that moment, Sam suddenly backed up.
Someone immediately called, "Where are you going, Sam?"
Sam laughed it off. "Stomachache. Heading to the bathroom."
"Oh, then hurry up. The recording will be here soon. Head back as soon as you're done."
"Sure, all right."
Sam left hastily.
Laura looked at the direction he'd gone and smiled coldly.
...
Two minutes later, a corner from the recording room.
Sam hurriedly blocked off the path of an assistant who'd just got the recording tapes.
"Give me the tapes."
"Sam, I..."
"Do you want to keep staying on set from now on? You know full well how thick my resume is. Name one director who doesn't respect me, eh? If you want to keep surviving in this circle, you'd better not make enemies of me, got it?"
The assistant jolted, put on the spot.
At that moment, a cool voice rang out.
"Sam, were you just going to the toilet as an excuse and trying to get rid of the evidence through threats?"
Sam trembled.
Turning around, he saw Laura and Max and Leroy and the others standing there.
His face changed.
Leroy was already furious at the scene.
He pointed at Sam and growled, "I can't believe you'd do this, Sam! Back there, Laura said you might be going to get the recording, and I even stood up for you, but you really... damn it! How could you!"
Leroy's relationship with Sam had always been fine. He didn't much agree with the man's private life, but they were men. Men made friends on just how stand-up they were with each other, and never considered private life as a factor.
Then this had happened.
Sam was a bit pale, but even if he wanted to make excuses, there were none left.
Behind the crowd, Sally's face was ashen.
Laura turned to look at Leroy, asking, "Does that prove my innocence, director?"
Leroy was panting with rage as he nodded.
"It wasn't your fault. Don't worry, I'll stand up for you over today."
That wasn't just said for her, but for Max.
Max's face was cold as he looked at the two perpetrators as if he was looking down on rubbish.
"From now on, I don't want to see these two anywhere near the business."
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