After all, Faye Lister's ability was well-known, and no one would think she was undeserving of an award.
If Joanna Lawrence won an award.
She would probably be showered with countless spit stars and die.
Linda sat in the back row, worrying about whether Joanna would be upset, and she sent her a consoling Twitter message.
Linda: Baby, don't be sad. If we didn't get an award this time, we'll get it next time or the time after. You're still young, and there will be plenty of chances in the future.
Joanna found this comforting message somewhat amusing, yet heartwarming.
She really wasn't sad at all.
An hour ago, she sent a Twitter message to Ashton Heath. For some reason, Ashton, who usually replied to her messages instantly, hadn't replied to her message this time.
He had never taken that long to reply to her before, even when he was busy.
Even when he was in a meeting.
He would still find time to reply to her.
Feeling uneasy, Joanna sent him another message.
