The young woman returned to her room, washed up, and lay on the soft bed, looking at the call log. Surprisingly, for the past three months, it was him calling her every day.
Hesitating for a moment, she finally dialed the number.
"Hello, Charles."
"If you're not calling because you miss me, I'll hang up right away."
"Uh..." This man is really sly, not leaving any room to breathe; sometimes people can't be too smart.
Rosie carefully organized her thoughts, finding the other end of the line unexpectedly quiet, then carefully asked, "Are you busy right now?"
Charles lifted his dark eyes, looking at the packed conference room where everyone sat upright. If he told her he wasn't busy, that would be ridiculous.
"Busy."
"Then I'll..."
"No waiting, just say it now."
The young woman gulped a few times, then poured out her words all at once: "I've wrapped up my shoot, and I want to stay with the crew for another week."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't allow it."
"Charles!"
