Dielas City
"Tap, tap, tap."
Fingers drummed the desk rhythmically and on top of that desk were several opened documents that had some words circled and others underlined.
"Did I make a mistake?"
Sullivan raised his head as he looked at his efficient manager and shook his head helplessly.
"This is not your fault. It's not like we both knew that something like this would happen," Sullivan sighed sadly as he looked at the script he was reading earlier.
Frank was also not in a good mood. There was less than a week to Christmas, and yet Sullivan had to shoot on the day itself. If he had known that the shooting would happen even on such a day, he would have refused to take on the project.
In fact, that had never been a problem at all. Sullivan was fine with working at any time. As long as he liked the work, Sullivan would go all out.
That was also the case for the current work that was putting the two of them in distress.
