Hours later…
Knock knock.
Director Sarian paused and looked toward the door of his small office. The second he saw Lola leaning against the jamb, a deep exhale escaped him.
"I told Ida not to bother you," he said, throwing up his hands as Lola chuckled. "Even my assistant doesn't listen to me now. What have I done with my life?"
Lola sat on the small, worn couch in his office. "Director, Ida will only act against your orders if she thinks it's necessary."
"Tsk." Director Sarian continued cleaning his desk, tossing old scripts and trash into the box next to him.
Meanwhile, Lola kept her eyes on him, shaking her head. This man was one of the best in his craft—not only for bringing stories to life, but also for his ethics. Yet the director often found himself in controversy because of his attitude.
"What now?" he grumbled without looking at her. "Aren't you going to tell me to ignore the executives and just continue?"
