Mr. Carter is responsible for external cooperation matters; all performances and business collaborations outside the museum are his responsibility, which is equivalent to financial managent within the museum.
This ti, due to the cooperation with the "Searching for the City’s Secret" program crew, Mr. Carter was too busy and entrusted him with the filming matters of this small docuntary crew.
In terms of position, Mr. Carter is his direct superior.
"I’m sorry, I’m late," Mr. Carter sincerely apologized to the two, then turned his head, looking at several staff mbers, his face imdiately changed to a cold and stern expression, "The museum has ’temporary issues,’ can’t provide them with a venue, and I wasn’t inford about it?"
"This..."
The leader’s face turned pale, stamring and unable to find a plausible excuse.
His reason for brushing off the crew was flimsy; how could he find a truly reasonable explanation?
Mr. Carter had no interest in listening to his explanation and said bluntly, "You’re fired."
"Mr. Carter! I—"
"I what? Everyone is aware of what you did privately."
Mr. Carter threatened coldly.
The leader imdiately fell silent, and even the few staff mbers following were quiet.
They certainly weren’t willing to engage in such thankless tasks.
They did it because soone tempted them with sufficiently large benefits.
The person behind the penalty paynt was willing to cover it and even gave them a sum of money enough to bear the risk of this breach of contract incident.
However, they never expected that this obscure docuntary crew knew Mr. Carter, causing him to handle this matter amid his busy schedule.
"Miss Scott, Miss Collins, I’m very sorry we didn’t handle this matter well."
Mr. Carter, facing the two, adopted a sincere and respectful deanor and presented his solution, "We’ll compensate for the breach of contract penalty, and you can use the venue as you like. I’ll notify everyone that the entire museum will prioritize cooperating with your filming."
Mr. Carter knew beforehand about the docuntary crew coming to film; he had even approved the contract himself.
If he weren’t so busy, he would have t with the crew in person.
Never expected such trouble to arise.
Moreover, what he didn’t expect was that this docuntary crew was the "VIP" he entertained last night.
...It’s like floodwaters have rushed into the Dragon King’s Temple.
Mr. Carter even had thoughts of strangling those troublemaking staff mbers.
"What do you think?"
Nora Scott, who was not participating in the filming, turned and asked Katherine Collins.
"No problem," Katherine Collins thought for a mont and said graciously, "No need for the penalty paynt, just follow the contract."
It was clear that Mr. Carter genuinely wasn’t aware of this issue, so there was no need to make things difficult for him.
Ultimately, considering Nora Scott’s connections, Katherine Collins didn’t want to push her luck.
Seeing her so anable, Mr. Carter imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
...
The matter shouldn’t be delayed.
With the issue resolved smoothly, while Katherine Collins and others set up their equipnt, Nora Scott pulled Mr. Carter aside.
"Miss Scott, do you have any other instructions?" Mr. Carter asked anxiously.
"There’s sothing..."
Nora Scott leisurely finished her request.
Mr. Carter blinked, seeing Nora Scott’s calm expression, feeling sowhat ashad.
However, the old museum owner had already said that everything should follow Nora Scott’s lead. Although this matter wasn’t entirely ethical, the other party wasn’t exactly ethical either, so it was a matter of treating others as they treated people.
"Okay, I’ll make sure it’s done,"
Mr. Carter readily nodded.
Nora Scott slightly narrowed her eyes.
*
Trump Puppet Museum, performance hall, backstage.
The guests were learning the evening’s performance routines under the guidance of the puppeteers, repeating the movents over and over, coordinating with each other, struggling imnsely.
Finally, the rest break arrived, giving the guests a chance to catch their breath. They put aside their tasks and dispersed.
Luna Durant moved to the hallway, avoiding the caras and crowd, and called her assistant who had just returned.
"What’s the situation?" Luna Durant asked.
"The puppet museum broke the contract and wanted to kick Katherine Collins and them out," the assistant responded, "When I left, the situation was essentially settled."
Hearing the assistant’s accurate report, Luna Durant, with her repeatedly pent-up frustration, finally felt slightly relieved.
"Ha."
Luna Durant chuckled coldly, with a hint of hostility.
Having offended the wrong person, she would let Katherine Collins see what it ans to struggle at every step.
*
Nora Scott delayed for half an hour before bringing Katherine Collins back to the car.
Henry Chapman didn’t bla them, because this Master had already fallen asleep in the car, only slowly waking up when the two got in.
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