Jiayi's steps did not halt; instead, they quickened.
Only to hear his cold voice drift over: "I heard you are my subordinate now."
These words clearly packed a punch for her.
Her steps halted, and she stopped, turning around: "Do you have any instructions, Mr. Huo?"
Using the status of the boss to suppress her?
Fine, no problem. As for work demands, he can give as many as he likes!
She would just make sure to fulfill them; what's the big deal.
"The film crew has some costumes that need altering. Go to the set immediately and after you're done and the director is satisfied, you can leave work."
He didn't mince his words, speaking as any severe capitalist boss would to their subordinates.
She thought it was some big deal, but it's just making her work overtime on short notice.
Jiayi glanced at the time; it was not early, nearly eight in the evening. Driving to the pier and then to the film crew on the island would probably take even longer.
