The next morning, Savannah's cell phone rang soon after she ditched the alarm clock.
She looked at the screen, and it was Jenkins.
Why did Jenkins call her at this ti? Was there so ergent work?
"Hello, Mr. Jenkins? What can I do for you?"
"Morning, Savannah. Oh, nothing important. If your sprained foot is still swelling, have a good rest at ho. Co to work after you're completely well." Jenkins' voice was always kind.
"Thanks for your kindness… How do you know I hurt my foot?" Savannah asked in surprise.
"Oh, the security guard said you worked overti last night and twisted your foot when you walked down the stairs."
"Ah... Did the security guard say anything else?" Savannah blushed and stamred.
Did they say she was carried downstairs by the big boss?
"What? No…" Jenkins coughed.
Savannah imdiately understood. How could it be no? Jenkins must know it. He was just playing dumb.
Maybe he called her in the early morning because that man ordered him...
Dylan knew that if he gave her a break, she would refuse. That was why Jenkins called.
So, the relationship between her and that man was well known among the executives?
Otherwise, how could Jenkins be so kind to her every ti?
"Anyway, take two days off first. I'll talk to the personnel departnt in advance. Don't worry. Have a good rest." Jenkins hung up.
Savannah lay back on her bed with a wry smile.
Though she could walk now, the sprained foot was still painful when she stood for a long ti. So she followed Jenkins's advice and rested at ho. Then she iced the foot and applied a compression bandage according to the procedures Kevin told her.
Two days later, the swelling on her ankle reduced, and she felt much better. She gave Jenkins a ssage and went back to work.
As expected, she had another busy day with more unfinished work. It was about six in the afternoon when a crew mber from My Girl called.
The crew added a night scene temporarily, and they needed the design departnt to carry the costus to the studio. The assistant designer in charge already got off today, so Savannah agreed to help.
She found the costus, packed them up, and carried the bag on her back.
The location of the studio for My Girl was at the famous film and TV production base on the outskirts of LA.
It was more than eight in the evening when Savannah got off the taxi at the destination. The sky was completely dark.
She found the crew mber of My Girl and gave her the clothes for the protagonists.
"Thank you, Miss Schultz. We wouldn't be able to make it if you haven't arrived in ti," said the crew mber gratefully.
"You're welco." Savannah smiled.
Not far away, a man was talking with an actor. He heard Savannah's voice and turned to them, frowning.
"Wait a minute!" He called before Savannah left and moved over quickly.
Savannah paused. The man coming to her was Abby's agent.
Since Abby was canceled all her work, her agent descended to an assistant in the crew.
"Is there anything else I can help with?" Savannah asked politely.
"Take these clothes to the studio over there. We're understaffed here." The agent said as he put so clothes into Savannah's arms.
Few people knew how Abby offended the big boss, but as Abby's agent, he knew it was because of this girl. Since Abby was shut out by the company, he was also involved and half-banned.
Now he finally had a chance to have his revenge, more or less.
The place referred by the agent was the studio used by another team of the screw of My Girl.
In order to et the schedule and save resources, the crew sotis shot different scenes on the sa day.
Tonight, besides the scene here, they had another scene being shot at the other side of the production base. However, that studio was located among the hills, and the way to that hill was tough in the darkness.
Looking around, Savannah wanted to say no, but every staff was buzzing about. Finally, she nodded, took the clothes, and hurried down the road for another shooting studio.
It beca quieter as she turned into the hill, and the tarred road was replaced by rutted and uneven muddy ground.
This place was originally a roadless hill, and the trail was installed with so street lamps after it was made into a film shooting place.
With an armful of clothes, Savannah moved slowly under the dim light. However, she didn't reach the destination after a long ti.
Maybe she went wrong?
Savannah cald her nerves and changed another path. The lights were gone, and it was dark all around.
It was not a high hill, but it was rough and rugged. What's more, there were many paths branching in different directions. For Savannah, who was new here, it was easy to lose her way.
Despairing and frustrating, she quickened her steps. Suddenly, her right ankle hurt, and she missed her step…
Savannah fell on her head and lost consciousness.
* * *
In JK's video conference room, Dan and Kevin were discussing the business with their Japanese partners in the video.
Kevin glanced at his phone screen every now and then, looking worried.
"What's the matter?" Dan noticed Kevin's absence and whispered in the break.
"Savannah hasn't been ho yet, and she didn't answer the phone." Kevin frowned.
"You said she's been working overti a lot these days."
"No, she promised she wouldn't work overti before her foot completely recovered." Kevin's tone was more worried, "and I called her office number, she's not in the office…"
"It's almost twelve... Where can Savannah go?" Dan said anxiously.
Kevin stared at the phone. If she was delayed by work or sothing, she would give him a call at least.
Could it be...
It must be that man! Savannah was going back to Italy soon. That man didn't plan to let her go so easily! He would try all ans to stop her!
Kevin's eyes darkened. He strode to the window and dialed a number.
"Where's Savannah?" His voice was deadly low.
"Didn't she go ho?" A clear and surprising voice asked.
"Don't play dumb! Dylan! Where's Savannah?" Kevin clenched his teeth.
"She's not with ," Dylan said coldly.
"It's twelve now! Where else could she go if you hadn't taken her away? Dylan, I warn you, let Savannah go!"
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