What kind of program should I come up with for the competition?
Summer Sutton sat on a company lounge chair, her brain cells nearly exhausted from thinking.
"Summer, what are you doing?" Ariella Sawyer walked over, clapped her shoulder with a smack, and sat down beside her.
"Aren't I worrying about the New Talent Production Contest?" Summer Sutton propped her chin on her hand, staring absentmindedly at the company building above her.
"What are you afraid of? You're so talented, there's no reason you can't make it." Ariella Sawyer wasn't the least bit worried for her.
"Besides, if you really can't come up with something, can't your guy help out? If all else fails, just have Young Master Walyon hire a couple of producers to brainstorm."
Ariella's meaning was simple—she was essentially encouraging Summer Sutton to cheat and let others do the planning.
