Warrior Tucker threw a phone call her way.
"What's up? What's going on? Where are you now?"
Noise still resonated from her side. She was likely still busy, intermittently interrupted by on-set noises.
Yvonne Finley looked around the famously prestigious school, "I've arrived at Cambria. Hmm... I might have gotten on the wrong car, but it's not important since it was just a stranger. Alright, I have to meet the chairman now. You continue with your work."
"Alright, let me know when you've sorted everything out. I'll have to stay here for another month or so. Your nightlife is covered by yours truly."
Yvonne Finley laughed lightly: "I am quite expensive, you better evaluate your budget. Goodbye."
She hung up the call.
Yvonne Finley then called the chairman, and soon someone came to receive her. It was a middle-aged man who kindly helped her with her luggage. "Miss Finley, I'm Arthur Brown, the assistant to the chairman. You can call me Mr. Brown."
