During the following days, Jane Sampson devoted all her ti to work, becoming the person in the film crew who started work with Daniel Taylor every day and also returned with him the latest.
Even when she had finished her scenes and removed her makeup, she did not rush back to the hotel, but stayed on set to learn from others while taking on her role as the temporary doctor.
She closely monitored Daniel Taylor’s als and work hours every day.
Daniel Taylor had a volatile temper, and sotis, when holding a piece of roast at, he and Jane would lock eyes, unwilling to let go, even showing signs of an impending outburst. Jane would simply call Rock Bell, who was far away in Capital Province.
As soon as Rock Bell’s voice ca through on the phone, Daniel Taylor imdiately softened, cracking jokes and chatting about everything under the sun with Rock Bell, while shooting accusing glances at Jane, thinking, "You snitch over such a trivial matter!"
Yet, after hanging up the phone, he would happily eat the plain porridge and appetizers in his bowl, urging the film crew mbers to eat more at, while he himself would just watch and not touch any.
So, after more than ten days of such routine, everyone in the film crew, even those who didn’t know Daniel Taylor before, understood that Director Taylor was under tight supervision by his wife.
Jane Sampson must be his auntie or so other closely related relative from his wife’s side.
For the guard team, which is used to this place, every day is all about training, and more training.
No matter how scorching the sun or how heavy the rain, they sweat it out day after day.
After the daily training was over, Jas Black returned to his office. His mobile phone lay on the desktop, and after entering, he glanced at the phone before expressionlessly pouring himself a cup of water to drink.
"Report!" William King, holding docunts, called out from the doorway.
"Co in," Jas Black turned around to look at the person entering through the door, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "When did you get the sex-change surgery? Make your steps bigger, don’t walk like you’re mincing!"
William King’s scalp tingled. Ouch, Chief Black’s foul mood had lasted quite a long ti.
A half month had passed, and why was the Chief still in such a foul temper, ready to snap at and clean up anyone he t?
In the past half month, there had been no one in the guard team daring to sneak away for a smoke. After each training session, even the most rambunctious ones avoided the entertainnt room, fearing they might run into Chief Black if they were unlucky.
"Chief, this is a new docunt from above for you to review," said William King as he placed the docunts on the desk and quickly moved to a corner to wait for orders, unwilling to say an extra word or even summon the courage to take another look at his chief.
There must be absolutely no eye contact or interaction with the Chief.
After all, that could be life-threatening.
Having read the docunts, Jas Black scowled, "This kind of mission? We, the guard team, will not accept it. What’s the point of bringing a bunch of strange folks into the guard team — to disturb the morale or what?"
"No, Chief," William King shrank slightly, "The docunt says it’s to improve the image of our defenders and to let the general public gain a deeper understanding of our defenders’ lives. That’s why the leadership believes setting up this show with the guard team would be very beneficial and aningful."
William King paused and added, "The leaders said if Chief Black does not agree, then he should treat this docunt as a team order to execute."
So, everyone knew just what kind of temper Chief Black had.
It is the sacred duty of the guards to obey orders. Hence, with a grim face, Jas Black signed the docunt and took possession of it.
William King thought, his days ahead might get even tougher.
A case of adding insult to injury, wasn’t it?
User Comments
0 comments from readers