'Is this what they call shooting yourself in the foot?'
Just as Ivy Holden was silently regretting her decision while holding Jensen Morrison's phone, it started to ring.
"Get up! Answer the phone!" Ivy Holden shoved the man on top of her.
"I'm busy. You get it for me."
'Busy my ass.' Ivy pinched the man's waist and answered the call.
"Director Morrison, I've looked into why the sponsors pulled out. Director Milton from BerryTube is putting together a slow-burn reality show. He's inviting all the celebrity couples from the entertainment industry, and all the resources are top-tier. Because of that, several investors feel that next year's *Love, Just Go for It* has no selling point, so they've all jumped ship to Wren Milton's project."
"They crushed *Love, Just Go for It* with just a proposal and a verbal promise?" Jensen Morrison scoffed.
"Of course not. The key issue is that both you and President Holden are scheduled to be filming movies next year."
