"Would a manager's signature be required to enter the archives?"
My obvious question was quickly greeted by defensiveness. She studied me before nodding. "Yes, except for those who hold a managerial position and above, everyone else would need a signature before entering the archives."
Turning my gaze slightly, I narrowed my eyes and faced her with a bright smile. "Look, I used to be a manager in Nectarine Entertainment, and I've been in the archives many times, so can I...”
"How can I do that?" That girl immediately cut me off without even waiting for me to finish.
It was really disrespectful.
When I was feeling discouraged, the girl gave me an idea. "You can call President Reed about this. Verbal permission is still permission."
She was not wrong.
I fished out my phone and started a video call with Cindy on WhatsApp. A long time passed, however, and she did not answer. She really must be having a good time.
I gave up after several unsuccessful attempts.
Zedd had gone with her. I might be able to get to Cindy if I called him.
I did not seem to have his number. I rummaged through my contact list. I should have saved it.
Found it!
My eyes lit up as I dialed the number while waiting anxiously.
The call did not go through the first time, so I tried again.
Fortunately, he answered it.
Zedd's voice was obviously filled with confusion. He was confused about my call. "Wanda, why did you call me?"
There was quite a ruckus on his side. He was probably out having fun.
"Pass Cindy the phone." I cut to the chase.
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