Chapter 702: Chapter 702



Fannie took a deep breath, her mind racing.

Fannie, grappling with her artist’s conflict with the crew, found herself stepping into the role of mediator. As she made her way out, Judie latched onto her arm, exclaiming, “I’m coming with you!”

“Just stay at the company.”

“Absolutely not! If you leave me behind, I’ll tell Bobby!”

Fannie couldn’t help but admire Judie’s knack for manipulation. Out of options, she steered the car toward the set, Judie in tow.

Her first priority was to gather the facts and assess whether the director had indeed crossed a line. She was determined not to overlook any misconduct, especially if it involved taking advantage of Selma. Upon arrival, they found Selma sobbing uncontrollably in her trailer.

Through her tears, she pleaded, “Fannie, I’ve made a terrible mistake. I can’t afford to offend the director. Could you possibly speak to him on my behalf? This role means everything to me.”

Judie wrapped her arms around herself and scoffed, “You dug this hole; now lie in it. An agent’s job is to secure opportunities, not clean up your mess.”

Selma faltered, guilt washing over her as she dropped her gaze to the floor.

“I know I was wrong, Fannie. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Fannie let out a weary sigh.

“Let’s not get into that now. Just tell me—did the director really harass you yesterday?”

Selma hesitated before shaking her head.

“No. Maybe I overreacted after a few drinks and misunderstood the situation.”

This account contradicted what she had earlier claimed over the phone.

Fannie frowned. “You keep twisting the story. How am I supposed to know which one is true?”

“Exactly,” Judie remarked, standing resolutely beside Fannie. “You stirred up this chaos, and now you expect Fannie to clean up your mess. How can you be so shameless?”

Previously, Selma had managed to restrain herself, but hearing Judie’s biting words repeated, her composure shattered.

“What would you know? You’re just an outsider.”

“Sometimes an outsider sees the truth more clearly.” Judie grabbed Fannie’s arm. “Come on, let’s leave her to make her own apologies to the director!”

Yet, Fannie remained rooted to the spot. She had been more than just Selma’s agent; she had nurtured her career from its infancy, their bond deepening into something akin to best friends. Moreover, as Selma’s agent, Fannie felt a profound sense of duty to handle any professional missteps on Selma’s behalf. Apologizing was a trivial matter in the grand scheme of things.

Besides, with Selma and Judie slated to appear on the same variety show soon, it was critical not to let such a minor conflict escalate.

“It’s fine, I’ll speak with the director myself. If this is truly all just a big misunderstanding, I’ll apologize for Selma.”

“Fannie!” Judie groaned, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “You’re way too nice! This woman is completely—”

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