Huh? He personally sent the keys over, wasn't it his assistant who called and asked her to bring them?
Forget it, as long as he's not angry.
Thinking about the assistant, Tessa Caldwell asked, "That Nolan? Is he really your assistant?"
Faye nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me you had an assistant?" Tessa Caldwell pouted in slight displeasure, boringly poking at her cake with a fork.
"You didn't ask." Faye lowered his eyes to look at the cake, which she was about to destroy, and smirked, "Are you poking the cake or me?"
Tessa Caldwell opened her pink mouth and gobbled up the remaining small half piece of cake.
She mumbled, "Okay, I didn't ask indeed, but given that your company assigned you an assistant, you must not be doing too badly. Perhaps you still have runway shows lined up. In that case, I shouldn't dare to call myself your manager anymore."
Faye snorted, "Speaking of managers and assistants, also being on call 24 hours, that's all nonsense."
