Julian Fairchild was momentarily stunned, his heart seemingly gripped tightly by a large hand.
"But things that don't fit are bound to end one day, just like me and this role, just like me and you—"
He heard Maeve Lane's voice, devoid of any emotion.
"Luckily, we only have three months left."
"Beep beep beep—"
"Julian? Give me your phone, I'll hold it for you."
Maeve hadn't spoken to him so firmly for a long time.
This also meant that she was really angry.
Julian gripped the phone tightly, his face frosty, "Let Miles Hughes come in."
"Hughes went to the company, there's a contract he needs to discuss today..."
Miles Hughes was Julian Fairchild's special assistant; if Julian was too tied up with filming, all company matters were handed over to him.
"Call him back!"
The staff noticed Julian's tone turning cold, clearly angry, and dared not delay, promptly responding: "Okay, I'll call Hughes back right away!"
