Large beads of sweat rolled down Caleb's forehead. He glanced at his own short, stubby hands holding the beautiful, fragrant shoulder... A massive wave of grief surged inside Caleb, and he wished he could chop off his own hands.
I'm doomed, I've ticked off some jealous guy!
What to do!!!
"Huh? Director Caleb?" Aurelia Shaw looked at Caleb acting strangely, and furrowed her brow with confusion.
Caleb himself is here today to oversee the scene, and Titan Jennings isn't around. Could it be... a suspicion arose in Aurelia's mind.
"N-nothing."
Caleb coughed, covering his mouth with his hand, "naturally" withdrawing his hands, looking up at the sky as he nonchalantly placed his hands in his pockets, filled with regret but putting on a serious face.
"Cough, cough, very good, keep up the good work, I'll go check on the equipment, you get ready, we'll start shooting soon."
"Okay."
