Jas Black walked past Jane Sampson and stopped suddenly next to the photographer, his eyes resting on the cara for a few seconds. He spoke with a stern expression, "This part cannot be broadcast."
"Which part?" The senior caraman didn’t catch on.
"From when I appear to when I leave," Jas said, then walked away with his lunchbox.
Only after Jas had gone far did the master caraman turn and ask the team mber beside him, "Who did you just say that person was?"
"Oh, that’s our Chief," the young team mber replied, "He said this part where he appears, you guys can’t broadcast it. Rember, not a single bit of it."
When it ca to matters about Jas Black, the young team mber was very serious, "This is an order."
Only then did the caraman co to a realization, nodding in understanding. Before joining the guard team, the higher-ups had ntioned that so people in the guard team must never appear on cara. If they did by accident, that footage had to be deleted, with no leaks or broadcasting on a TV show permitted.
However, the caraman also breathed a sigh of relief for Jane Sampson; otherwise, if that part had been broadcast, Jane might have found it pretty embarrassing.
It took Jane a long ti to recover, laughing with a forced smile, "It’s okay."
Jane thought that she needed to get used to it. If Jas didn’t upset her a couple of tis each day, he wouldn’t be Jas.
If one day Jas did everything to please her, Jane would suspect that he had gone mad.
Marrying a guy like Jas Black, didn’t one need a bit of courage to face his cold-heartedness?
Get used to it.
Yes, one must get used to it.
But...
Damn it, it’s still so infuriating!
Bastard Black!
Jane dismissed the thought of packing up and decided to find Peter Gingery after filming ended that night. After getting the lunchbox from Peter tomorrow, she’d pack up then.
Just like the senior caraman said, the guard team’s breakfast was delicious, made with real, quality ingredients, unlike so of the vendors outside where a bowl of peanut soup tasted mostly of water.
The peanut soup here must have been simred in a big pot, which made it so rich and fragrant that not even the breakfast café at the community entrance of Jane’s residential community could compare.
When Mair Williams and the others arrived, Jane was sipping her second bowl of peanut soup and eating her second wild vegetable bun.
Feeling almost full, Jane thought it would be nice if she could have the sa al for lunch.
Charlotte Miller, after getting her breakfast, sat next to Jane and whispered, "I heard you were just refused when you tried to borrow a lunchbox?"
Mair Williams glanced at Charlotte, then sat down on the other side of Jane, complinting her, "Smart move, thinking to pack breakfast to take ho. If you can’t finish it, you can save it for a late-night snack. I’ve had enough of the hunger pangs from last night. To hell with dieting; it can’t even comfort my stomach."
"It’s okay to get refused anyway, given how big the guard team’s base is. It’s not even certain we’ll see him again. And once we finish filming, we’ll likely not see anyone from the guard team again, so there’s no need to feel embarrassed," Charlotte reassured Jane, looking genuinely concerned.
"If it’s just a commonplace little thing like being refused a loan of sothing, why do you need to go out of your way to console Jane?" Mair said in a curious tone, teasing Jane, "When I was getting food just now, the caraman told you had two bowls of peanut soup and ate two buns, by yourself, matching the al size of two people."
"I don’t mind," Jane said with an open smile, "We’re not close, so isn’t it very normal for him to refuse ? After all, a lunchbox isn’t the sa as a vegetable basket."
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