YOON ARA
The elevator door slid open and I walked out with my assistant behind me. Ahead, a door pushed open and a woman walked out, looking around frantically, but when her eyes landed on me, anger appeared on her face.
"Where have you been?! The writer is here," she demanded, storming towards me.
I sighed softly, my arms crossed.
"I asked Seoyeon to text you where I was going. Didn't she send it?" I demanded.
Grace rolled her eyes. "That was two hours ago. You said you'd be here before the writer arrived. Look, this is the only available script, and I did everything to get my hands on it. You should at least act like you want it."
"I had to beg for it," she added.
I rolled my eyes, walking past her into the room. "That's your job. And you're paid enough for the stress."
