The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 433

"I don't care if he's good or not."

Either way, she had made up her mind. She was definitely going to milk this for all it was worth.

After breakfast, she headed to the company. After briefly catching up on the work she had missed over the past two days, Vivian gave Zoe an order. "Go book me a hotel room."

"Huh?"

Zoe was stunned. "Miss, is someone coming to visit?"

"No one. It's for me."

"Understood."

Even though she didn't know what had happened, Zoe did as she was told.

Normally, Vivian would send Silas a few texts a day, regardless of whether he replied or not.

But today, there was nothing.

By five in the afternoon, his phone had remained dead silent.

For the fourth time, Silas picked up his phone.

Simon finally couldn't hold back. "Mr. Sterling... are you waiting for an important call?"

The man's brow furrowed tightly as he shot him a look.

"What time is it?"

"..." Didn't you just look at your phone?

Simon was a bit exasperated, but he dutifully checked the time and reported, "5:04 PM."

Silas didn't say anything else, but his frown deepened.

Right before the end of the workday, he called for another meeting. Everyone in attendance seemed to sense the tension; they were all walking on eggshells, terrified that one wrong word would set the boss off.

When the last executive finished their presentation, no one else spoke. They all held their breath, waiting for Silas to say something.

His long, defined fingers tapped against the tabletop. Tap. Tap.

It was nerve-wracking.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice low. "That concludes today's meeting. Dismissed. Simon, stay behind."

The executives fled the conference room as if they were escaping a fire, throwing sympathetic glances at Simon on their way out. Being the executive assistant was a tough job; he had to bear the brunt of the pressure from all sides.

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