After Isla Shaw got NG’d for the thirteenth time, Amelia Johnson finally couldn’t take it anymore. Seriously, anyone with eyes could tell the director was doing it on purpose.
Just as she was about to step forward and confront Mr. Bennett, Sophia Lee reached out to block her way.
“They’re still filming. What are you trying to do?”
“It’s you!” Amelia’s eyes locked onto Sophia with a sharp look laced with irritation. That stare made Sophia instinctively look away, her guilt almost written all over her face.
Sophia figured out what Amelia was implying—this wasn’t about recognizing her, but accusing her of being the one messing things up behind the scenes.
Trying to hold her ground, Sophia said stiffly, “Not sure what you mean. But as a mere assistant, you’d better not stick y
