With that realization, everyone outside let out a sigh. There was no point in discussing it any further.
What was done was done. The only thing that mattered now was figuring out how to move forward.
They exchanged glances, silently agreeing to drop the subject.
All their bickering wouldn’t change a thing. It was better to wait and see if the director could come up with a solution.
One of them finally sighed and said helplessly, "Alright, let’s stop arguing. If Mr. Smith hears us, it’ll only make things worse. What’s the point of talking in circles?"
"Exactly. In the end, we’re not fixing anything. The production’s still on hold."
"And if things really stop here, all our effort will have been for nothing."
Everyone understood that truth, and the chatter died down.
There was no point in arguing when it solved nothing.
None of them could do anything about the missing judge anyway.
If they could, they wouldn’t be standing here wasting time.
Arguing over things beyond their control only made them look foolish.
So, they stayed quiet, standing obediently by the door, waiting for Aurora to come out.
The director’s temper was notorious.
No one dared approach him or risk provoking him further.
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