RedNovelChapter 199 Both Clarence and Seraphina had powerful connections-people you simply couldn't afford to offend. But then again, Obsidian was the author of *Innocent*, and upsetting her was equally out of the question.
The director's gaze darted anxiously between Clarence, Seraphina, and finally landed on Citrine, caught squarely in the middle of an impossible situation. These were all VIPs; nothing he did would please everyone. With a deep, frustrated sigh, he wondered if it wasn't tto quit this job altogether.
Seeing how serious Citrine looked, the director realized there was no simple fix here.
Helpless, he shot a covert pleading look at Clarence and Seraphina, silently begging them to show a little more professionalism.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, he mustered up his courage and made the introduction. "This is Obsidian, the original author of *Innocent*." "What? That's impossible!" Clarence and Seraphina blurted out in unison.
"The intesays Obsidian's a middle-aged man. How could it possibly be her?" Seraphina's eyes swept Citrine from head to toe, utterly baffled.
Clarence was equally stunned. "Exactly. She can't be more than a teenager-how could someone so young write a story like that?" Edith stepped forward to clear things up. "I'm Obsidian's editor. There's really no reason for us to lie. If you don't believe it, you can call our publisher and confirm." No matter how shocked they were, Clarence and Seraphina had no choice but to accept the truth.
Still, knowing Citrine only had one acclaimed to her name, and that she was a newcomer in literary circles, neither of them took her too seriously.
The director, desperate to keep the situation from spiraling further, seized the moment to speak to Citrine. "Obsidian, we have a few more scenes to shoot this afternoon. Why not stay and watch? I promise, our actors are professionals." He'd said all he could. Citrine had nothing left to argue, so she simply nodded.
All she could hope for now was that Clarence and Seraphina would show a little more professionalism this afternoon than they had earlier.
At lunchtime, Citrine and Edith joined the crew for a quick meal from the catering trays.
As soon as they sat down, Edith started apologizing.
"I'm really sorry, Citrine. I should've done more homework before we signed on." Edith's voice was heavy with guilt and regret.
She hadn't expected the production team to be this unreliable, and now she felt she'd let Citrine down.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It's not your fault. None of us could've predicted things would turn out like this." Citrine barely seemed fazed; instead, she offered Edith a reassuring smile.
"Thank you, Citrine." Edith was so touched she nearly teared up.
As an experienced editor, she knew every author treated their work like a child. If only she'd vetted the production company and their cast more thoroughly, Citrine's "child" wouldn't be suffering this indignity.
A trending starlet and an award-winning actor, yet neither showed a shred of dofreabprofessionalism. That single scene had taken dozens of takes. Edith's illusions about celebrities were completely shattered.
"This production is a mess. We never should've sold them the adaptation rights," Edith muttered, seething with regret, her fingers itching to give someone a piece of her mind. She let out a long sigh. "If only we could break the contract." "Why not?" Citrine looked over, genuinely puzzled.
Edith replied without hesitation, "We can't. The contract says if we back out, we owe ten million in penalties. There's no way we can afford that." show Just imagining the sum made her shudder. Citrine said nothing more and focused on her meal.
Edith glanced at Citrine, quietly watching her eat, and for a brief moment, felt oddly comforted.
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