When the assistant director heard what Eileen had to say, he didn’t even want to acknowledge her.
Eileen glanced at the sky, noticing the lack of activity, and quirked an eyebrow. “Silent treatment, huh?”
The assistant director sighed in resignation. “Your request is completely unreasonable!”
“It's not a request, it's a reward!” Eileen countered. “I saved Aurora’s life! Spared the production a huge loss! Think about it—if something had happened to Aurora, how much would you guys be out? Billions, at least?”
He was taken aback, realizing she had a point. But he wasn’t about to be fooled. “Ms. Lopez, you need to respect the rules and regulations of our production team.”
The director chimed in from the sidelines, “Just let her have a go. It’s just sitting there anyway.”
The assistant director blurted out in frustration, “Can you stop bending over backward for her?” He then turned to Eileen and said firmly, “Forget about the helicopter. That’s not happening.”
Eileen pouted. “Is a helicopter ride really too much to ask for, considering the billions at stake?”
He paused for a moment, then said, “The thing is, Aurora... it was your choice to save her. We didn’t ask you to…”
There was a stunned silence.
Even Sylvia, Hobson, and Calvert, who were watching, felt that was a bit heartless.
Knowing he had been harsh, the assistant director quickly tried to smooth things over. “Anyway, Ms. Lopez, just focus on the filming, stop getting sidetracked…”
The director’s voice interrupted again, “Maybe we should just let her have a turn. Look at that expression; she might be plotting something.”
The assistant director dismissed the concern. “What can she do? We haven’t done anything wrong.”
“What about Mr. Calvert? He’s still with her.”
“That’s no issue. Calvert’s just a guest, not worth much. If she wants him, she can have him. He’s all bark and no bite; more trouble than he’s worth.”
Calvert, overhearing this, let out an exasperated breath, “That’s harsh.”
The assistant director coughed awkwardly, “Let’s just get back to filming,” and turned off the walkie-talkie.
The jungle fell into a brief silence. Eileen watched the drone for a while, then shrugged it off with a smile, “Let’s cook dinner. I’m starving.”
Sylvia, Hobson, and Calvert watched her, puzzled.
Egbert came over, ruffling her hair affectionately, “Let’s head back after this.”
Eileen slipped out from under his hand, rallying the others, “Come on, help me set up the stove. I’m going to cook us a feast!”
She seemed to truly let it go.
Soon, she whipped up a feast: steamed fish, crab, and sautéed shrimp.
Calvert watched, his mouth watering.
Eileen also made some side dishes. She took some dry berries, peeled and washed them, then ground them into a paste which she dry-roasted in a pan. When done, they turned into a crispy, wafer-like snack, perfect with wild berry jam.
Calvert couldn’t resist the tantalizing food; his stomach growled in protest. Finally, he addressed the drone, “When are you going to pick me up?”
The drone remained silent.
Annoyed, Calvert announced, “I’ve requested to leave the show!”
Eileen glanced over, amused by the scene.
The assistant director’s wary voice finally came through the drone, “Head to the beach, Calvert. We’ll pick you up there.” They clearly didn’t want Eileen hijacking the helicopter.
Eileen just snorted and went back to her meal.
Eventually, Calvert left.
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