Ellington Bartholomew abruptly cancelled Vivian Hayes's program on the spot, leaving her with no face.
All the staff saw it firsthand, Vivian Hayes left with an ashen face.
"Director... is this okay?"
"Why not? I feel I owe Ms. Grant an apology, and this settles it. Ms. Grant doesn't have to lower her standards any longer. Go on, continue with the rehearsal." Ellington Bartholomew wasn't affected at all, and just carried on with the program planning.
Soon after, her phone started ringing off the hook. Bartholomew simply turned it off.
After a day of rehearsals, worn out and unable to straighten her back, she dragged her exhausted body into the break room.
"Bam" The door was swung open, Ellington Bartholomew, who had just closed her eyes, cursed irritably: "What's going on?"
Lifting her head, she saw who had come in and raised her eyebrows: "Wow, a rare visitor, Station Leader, what brought you here?"
"I called you countless times, why didn't you pick up?"