Third Person's POV
Vanya frowned, activated the phone's speaker, and scrolled through the itinerary sent by Calvert's agent. "There's no 'visit to Hammond Pictures' on your schedule. What are you doing there?"
Her tone carried a hint of wariness.
"Mr. Hammond called me personally. He insisted I head to the first training building to teach you newcomers the rules of the entertainment industry," Calvert replied.
"Figures it's Edwin again," Vanya muttered.
Wasn't Hammond's boss supposed to be snowed under with work?
Why was he so fixated on her?
She said sourly, "If you dare to hassle me during training tomorrow, I'll kill you!"
With that, she hung up.
The next morning, before dawn, the doorbell rang at Vanya's house.
She opened the door to find several women in business attire. "Mi
