After finishing the meal, Evelyn checked the time. Since Henry hadn’t returned yet, she headed to the company.
At this moment, inside the YR Company’s office.
Glen was still continuously counting the number of players. Three days had passed, and there was no sign of saturation. The growth rate was even faster than before.
Yancy was still enthusiastically following Logan’s footsteps.
Zane, who had become more rational than before, was sitting at the computer desk, holding a calculator, but this time, he was calculating profits.
As soon as Evelyn entered, she heard Yancy shout, “Damn, Logan, the great god, won again. Truly my idol.”
Logan was still playing? They had agreed to play for only one day.
Evelyn quickly opened the computer to chat with Logan.
‘Notify you, I’m only paying for one day of work.’
Logan instantly replied, ‘It’s okay, consider the extra two days as a gift. This game is good, worth playing.’
Evelyn: ‘Thanks for the compliment.’
Logan: ‘Remember to help me with the game this weekend, compensating for the wages you owe me.’
Evelyn: ‘…’
Recently, Logan had joined a mobile game competition, and the newly recruited team members were somewhat unreliable. Coincidentally, Evelyn asked him to help promote ‘Glory’. In exchange, she would participate in the mobile game competition for him.
Just as Evelyn was about to start a game to practice, Zane approached with a ticket in his hand. “Quetzal asked me to give this to you. It’s up to you whether to go or not.” Zane placed the ticket down and whispered, “Remember to return her call. She has been reminding me for three days.”
Evelyn glanced at the ticket. It was for the musical ‘Serena’. The pace of this musical was fast, and it had already had its premiere, with good results so far. Quetzal gave her this ticket, presumably for the second performance. Evelyn checked the time and saw it was for today.
The show started at 8 PM, so she had time to buy some flowers.
Though Quetzal was young, she was hardworking and had never slackened since joining the musical. After completing the dance part for the third time today and confirming with the director that everything was fine, she went to a corner to take a sip of water.
The director was very satisfied with her humble attitude and then turned to look at the selected female lead.
The one playing Serena was the current dance queen, Yara. At this moment, she was reclining on a lounge chair, eating cherries. There was not a drop of sweat on her beautiful face, and her leisurely posture seemed as if she was on vacation by the seaside.
The director furrowed his brows and said, “Yara, come over and try your part.”
Yara glanced at the director, waved her hand, signaling the assistant to go over.
“Director, you know Yara’s skills. Can these dance moves be challenging for her? She just tried once, and it was quite exhausting. It’s better to let her conserve her energy and showcase it all on the stage, right?”
“Tried once?” The director’s face darkened, “The numerous flaws in that attempt are considered a try? A dance queen is not as good as a newcomer?”
Upon hearing this, Yara sat up from the lounge chair, glared fiercely at Quetzal, “You, the newcomer, come here.”
Quetzal frowned her eyebrows.
This was not the first time. Since the first performance when Luna received more praise from netizens than Serena, Yara would occasionally pick on her. It was said that Yara had backing from the investors of ‘Serena’, so even if she slacked off all day, the director dared not replace her. As for Quetzal…
Weighing the pros and cons, Quetzal decided to stand up. As long as it wasn’t too much, she could endure it.
Seeing this, the assistant returned to Yara’s side and scolded Quetzal in a low voice, “It’s been a minute already. Why are you still dragging your feet and not coming over? Yara doesn’t like waiting for people.”
Quetzal quickened her pace slightly, standing expressionless in front of the two.
The assistant said, “Who are you showing that dead face to??”
Yara raised her hand, signaling her assistant to shut up. “You’re too impatient. Give the newcomer some patience.”
“My ankle is a bit hurt now. Help me massage it.”
Quetzal clenched her fists and bit her teeth, “I’m afraid I might not be gentle and accidentally hurt you. Perhaps…”
Yara’s expression immediately turned cold, “I am ordering you. Without me, do you think ‘Serena’ can still have a few more shows?”
Everyone took a sharp breath but dared not speak.
The director, who initially thought Yara was being a bit excessive, also darkened his face upon hearing the phrase “still have a few more shows”. He silently clenched his fists.