Surprised, Angela followed the sound and saw Nancy standing not far from the entrance of the hotel, arms crossed, wearing an unusual frown as she stared at the man in front of her. The man with a crew cut was Mark Siede, the location manager of the film crew.
He was sweating profusely and gesturing with his hand while explaining, "I'm really sorry, Miss Meyers. The homeowner originally agreed to let us use the property and even signed the agreement. But he suddenly had some urgent matters and needed to use the house himself. He even offered to pay the penalty fee. We never anticipated this."
"Do you not have a backup plan? Didn't you consider what to do if something goes wrong when renting this house?" Nancy asked sharply.
Mark raised his hand and finally hung his head, deflated. "No, we didn't consider that."
It seemed that there was a problem with the shooting location for tomorrow.
Angela pinched her chin in thought. The atmosphere among the crew had always been good, and it would be detrimental if this issue affected everyone's mood and the progress of the shoot. She knew exactly what kind of house they needed and how to solve the problem, but it carried some risk... Well, she just had to be careful.
With this in mind, the young girl hurriedly walked over and greeted, "Hi, Nancy. Is something wrong?"
Nancy turned around and forced a smile. "Nothing, dear. It's nothing major."
"No, Nancy, I overheard your conversation. It's because you couldn't find a shooting location for tomorrow, right?" Angela blinked her eyes.
Nancy glanced at Mark, who was still hanging his head and sighed. "Yes..."
"Well, maybe I can help you with this," the little girl said, puffing out her chest.
"You?" Nancy and Mark both raised their heads in surprise and asked simultaneously.
The ringing sound continued for a full 10 seconds before someone picked up the phone, followed by a sweet yet formal female voice saying, "This is the office of the CEO of Acrik Construction Company. Today is not a working day. If you have any business, please call back tomorrow. Thank you."
Angela furrowed her brow. Why did the secretary change again? She quickly said, "Hello, please have Mr. Frank Albert take the call. I know he must be in the office."
"I'm sorry, miss, but just now..." the formal female voice was about to say something, but Angela interrupted, saying, "Please tell him that his prosecutor is calling him."
The straightforward voice of the little girl made the woman on the other end of the phone hesitate and say, "Um... please... please hold on for a moment."
Soon, the call was answered, and a familiar male voice spoke, "Hey, Chrissie, my dear little angel, is that you? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
"Dear uncle, did your secretary Susan leave her position?" Angela responded in a nonchalant tone.
There were a few coughs from the other end, and after a pause, the voice awkwardly replied, "Chrissie, that's not something a well-behaved child should talk about."
With a click, Angela hung up the phone and stuck her tongue out playfully. She then pushed the door open and turned to Nancy, saying, "Alright, Nancy, let's head to the Oak Street intersection. He'll be arriving soon."
Oak Street was situated at the junction of St. Mary Gate Street in the picturesque Kensington area of southwest London. Known for its lush trees and charming ambiance, it was a highly desirable residential location.
Less than five minutes after exiting the taxi at the intersection, a sleek black BMW sports car parked on the opposite side of the street. A man in his early thirties stepped out, sporting short brown hair and a gray suit. Although his attire was formal, his friendly demeanor and occasional subtle smiles made him approachable and welcoming.
"Haha, my dear little angel, it's been months since our last encounter!" The man laughed and approached Angela, lifting the little girl up and planting a firm kiss on her cheek.
"Uncle Frank, you got your saliva on my face again. I'm going to complain to Mom!" Angela playfully feigned annoyance.
"Oh, my sincere apologies, my dear. How about a few more kisses?" Frank jokingly opened his mouth as if to take a bite, prompting the little girl to shriek and cover her face, which only made him laugh harder.
Angela managed to wiggle out of his arms, she made a silly face and then introduced Nancy and Mark.
"Thank you for taking care of our little troublemaker," Frank said with a smile, shaking hands with both Nancy and Mark. He then pointed to a cafe on the side of the street. "If we have enough time, let's discuss everything there."
