"Afterward, let Lieutenant Johnson handle the coordination with the program crew, give him this mission." Jas Black handed one of the docunts to William King, "Go and take this to Lieutenant Johnson."
"Yes, sir!" William King replied loudly, holding the docunts with a heavy heart, knowing full well that Lieutenant Johnson was not any easier to deal with than his own Chief.
"I just checked the content, and the stars coming are both male and female?" Jas Black frowned, "I can’t manage the n, but if any female star dares to co here dressed indecently, revealing her chest and disrespecting our rules, no matter who she is, kick her straight out of the guard team. And tell Lieutenant Johnson to prepare a few sets of daily training uniforms for these stars. Once they’re in the guard team, they must change into the guards’ uniforms. We don’t want them coming here every day dressed in flamboyant clothes that undermine our discipline."
"Yes, sir!" William King answered and then imdiately took off running with the docunts. He was afraid that if he ran any slower, his Chief would co up with another requirent: no female stars allowed. If that were the case, nobody in the entire guard team would be looking forward to the show.
After William King left, Jas Black sat at the table, stared at his mobile phone for one minute lost in thought, and then stood up and walked straight out of the office building.
In the early evening, after training was over, Peter Gingery would usually head to the basketball court with his teammates for a ga of basketball, and that’s where Jas Black found him.
As soon as Jas Black appeared on the basketball court, a group of "rabbit kids" suddenly felt a tightness in their scalps.
"Peter Gingery, the Chief is here, is he looking for you?" Teammate A held the ball and touched the tip of his nose, then made a few eye signals to the other teammates, and the group imdiately pushed Peter Gingery, who seed to have his feet nailed to the ground, towards him.
"Hurry up and go over, don’t keep the Chief waiting!"
It’s every man for himself at this point—instead of Peter Gingery, who else could be pushed forward?
Peter Gingery could only ntally repeat a hundred MMPs, as he had been avoiding Jas Black lately, and here his mischievous friends were pushing him towards his brother, probably hoping he would et his demise so they could inherit his spot on the basketball court.
"Brother, were you looking for ?" Peter Gingery stopped in front of Jas Black, mumbling to himself how his brother’s expression seed even fouler than the dication he was looking at during the training session that morning.
"Lend your mobile phone," Jas Black grunted, then raised his hand.
"Eh, okay." Peter Gingery turned around and ran to the open area next door to hand his mobile phone to Jas Black, also wondering, had he done sothing wrong recently? Why on earth did Jas Black want to borrow his mobile phone?
Jas Black took Peter Gingery’s mobile phone and didn’t go far, just stood next to it, opened Peter Gingery’s WhatsAPP, and without any excessive movents, tapped straight into Jane Sampson’s Monts to start browsing.
Jas Black had expected to see a recent monts post from Jane Sampson similar to those she posted before, lambasting him, but in reality, not only was there no ntion of him, there wasn’t even a single new post.
The latest monts post in Jane Sampson’s feed was from the day Jas Black blocked her. It was sothing he had already seen, and since then, there had been no updates for many days.
"Why hasn’t Jane Sampson posted new monts recently?" Jas Black asked Peter Gingery while he casually changed the nickna Peter Gingery had for Jane Sampson.
"It seems like she’s very busy every day," Peter Gingery scratched his head, "The day she added back, we chatted briefly. She said she’s been at the film crew every day, and sotis they finish filming at one o’clock in the early morning. She told not to call her recently, afraid that if she was sleeping, it might disturb her."
"One o’clock in the early morning?" Jas Black’s heart sank slightly, his breath caught for a few seconds, then he exhaled sharply, handed the mobile phone back to Peter Gingery, and turned and walked away directly.
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