"Hello?"
"Is this Sutton? Do you have someone named Maeve Lane under you? Sorry, but Sylvia has already found someone suitable for us, so no need for the audition today."
Maeve paused flipping through the book, and Sarah seemed entirely dumbfounded, still not reacting when Maeve pulled the phone from her hand.
"Hello."
The person on the other end hesitated for a second at Maeve's sudden voice, then spoke with some uncertainty, "You're Maeve Lane, right? Did you hear what I said? Don't come to our crew anymore, we've already found someone."
Maeve frowned slightly, "When did you find someone?"
She didn't question why the decision was finalized overnight, not even giving her a chance to audition.
Sarah stood nearby, having regained her senses, her chest heaving with anger, "Maeve, how can you still be so calm! It must be that Sylvia causing trouble again! I'm so pissed off!"
