When the call connected, Heidi tapped on the loudspeaker and screamed into the phone with her arms akimbo. "I'm Heidi. Does your artist know which company she works for? Our company announced a week ago on the internet that the promo will be released tomorrow. The reporters and media have all been notified. If we don't shoot the promo today, what are we supposed to deliver tomorrow?
"Listen up, I want her here today even if she’s going to die tomorrow. Otherwise, she’ll bear all the costs that'll befall Grant Corporation."
I was stunned, looking at Heidi.
The agent was startled by her and said in a trembling voice, "But Serena is really ill. We're on the way to the hospital. Can we talk to the media about postponing—”
"Who are you to decide whether this should be postponed or not?" Heidi interrupted her. "Do you run Grant Corporation? If she doesn't show up today, not only will Grant Corporation's stock prices drop but just the compensation alone which we need to pay the brand is nothing she can afford."
Once she heard what Heidi said, the agent panicked." Uh... Uh... Let me discuss it with Serena again."
Heidi sneered. "I'll give you half an hour. If she doesn't come after half an hour, then don't bother coming at all."
"I think Serena’s too full of herself. Just because she attended several events with Mr. Grant, she thinks she's the boss here and can do whatever she wants."
"Forget about her usual stuck-up behavior, I can’t believe she doesn’t even take this seriously enough."
The group started complaining.
Half an hour passed and Serena was still not here yet. Heidi turned to look at me.
I felt goosebumps under her scrutinizing stare. I swallowed my saliva. "Do you want to call her agent to rush her again?"
Heidi snorted. "I’ve already made it clear enough. It's too humiliating for me to call her again."
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