Charles Seymour handed Sophie Wilson a glass of juice, then sat silently across from her.
"Did you book a room?" Sophie asked.
Charles nodded, "Next to yours."
Sophie almost choked on her juice, "Isn't someone already staying next door?"
"They just checked out," Charles replied, not a blush or breath out of place.
Sophie held her forehead, "I mean, Mr. Seymour, could you at least draft a script before saying something like that?"
Charles looked at Sophie in confusion, as if he didn't understand why she said that.
That innocent look made Sophie's palms itch, she almost wanted to slap him, "Next door is someone from the crew, the show isn't finished filming yet. Why would they check out?"
Can't you make your lies a bit more believable?
Do you think I'm an idiot?
"He thought the environment wasn't good and wanted to change it," Charles said with a straight face, looking at Sophie, and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Sophie shook her head decisively.
