Cindy turned and walked back into the room when she finished speaking.
Although she saw me when she turned around, she merely glanced at me and did not pause or say hello.
Her reaction was why the celebrity and agent did not realize I was already behind them.
The office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop as everyone listened to the ruckus they caused while watching me stand behind them.
Perhaps it was because she was so engrossed in causing a fuss, Jessie's manager did not pick up the cue and instead became enraged by what Cindy said to her.
"Hey, Reed, come out!” the woman in red yelled as she tried to enter the office and tussle with Cindy.
However, her short and tight dress made it difficult for her to climb the mountain of magazines and newspapers.
Since the entrance was obstructed, she had no other choice but to stand at the door and yell.
“Get in here if you can. It's spacious enough for you to sit anywhere you desire," Cindy said from her office.
To me, it sounded like she was already seated and relaxing in her office, and that one sentence was enough to piss off the two people at the door even further.
"Do you think you still deserve to be an agent? The celebrity you’re managing is a failure, and all you do daily is scream and yell in the office. Look at you now. Your talent is leaving the industry, and you’ve failed to get together with President Grant as well..."
The things she said became progressively worse, and the young celebrity standing next to her started panicking.
They had been standing side-by-side at the door angrily just before that, but now, she was starting to worry when she heard what was being said.
Jessie instinctively gazed at her colleagues, trying to think of a way to get her agen to stop talking and the employees to not hear anything.
She saw me when she turned around.
Her tiny face immediately paled.
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