"Afterward, let Lieutenant Johnson handle the coordination with the program crew, give him this mission." James Black handed one of the documents to William King, "Go and take this to Lieutenant Johnson."
"Yes, sir!" William King replied loudly, holding the documents with a heavy heart, knowing full well that Lieutenant Johnson was not any easier to deal with than his own Chief.
"I just checked the content, and the stars coming are both male and female?" James Black frowned, "I canât manage the men, but if any female star dares to come here dressed indecently, revealing her chest and disrespecting our rules, no matter who she is, kick her straight out of the guard team. And tell Lieutenant Johnson to prepare a few sets of daily training uniforms for these stars. Once theyâre in the guard team, they must change into the guardsâ uniforms. We donât want them coming here every day dressed in flamboyant clothes that undermine our discipline."
"Yes, sir!" William King answered and then immediately took off running with the documents. He was afraid that if he ran any slower, his Chief would come up with another requirement: no female stars allowed. If that were the case, nobody in the entire guard team would be looking forward to the show.
After William King left, James Black sat at the table, stared at his mobile phone for one minute lost in thought, and then stood up and walked straight out of the office building.
In the early evening, after training was over, Peter Gingery would usually head to the basketball court with his teammates for a game of basketball, and thatâs where James Black found him.
As soon as James Black appeared on the basketball court, a group of "rabbit kids" suddenly felt a tightness in their scalps.
"Peter Gingery, the Chief is here, is he looking for you?" Teammate A held the ball and touched the tip of his nose, then made a few eye signals to the other teammates, and the group immediately pushed Peter Gingery, who seemed to have his feet nailed to the ground, towards him.
"Hurry up and go over, donât keep the Chief waiting!"
Itâs every man for himself at this pointâinstead of Peter Gingery, who else could be pushed forward?
Peter Gingery could only mentally repeat a hundred MMPs, as he had been avoiding James Black lately, and here his mischievous friends were pushing him towards his brother, probably hoping he would meet his demise so they could inherit his spot on the basketball court.
"Brother, were you looking for me?" Peter Gingery stopped in front of James Black, mumbling to himself how his brotherâs expression seemed even fouler than the medication he was looking at during the training session that morning.
"Lend me your mobile phone," James Black grunted, then raised his hand.
"Eh, okay." Peter Gingery turned around and ran to the open area next door to hand his mobile phone to James Black, also wondering, had he done something wrong recently? Why on earth did James Black want to borrow his mobile phone?
James Black took Peter Gingeryâs mobile phone and didnât go far, just stood next to it, opened Peter Gingeryâs WhatsAPP, and without any excessive movements, tapped straight into Jane Sampsonâs Moments to start browsing.
James Black had expected to see a recent moments post from Jane Sampson similar to those she posted before, lambasting him, but in reality, not only was there no mention of him, there wasnât even a single new post.
The latest moments post in Jane Sampsonâs feed was from the day James Black blocked her. It was something he had already seen, and since then, there had been no updates for many days.
"Why hasnât Jane Sampson posted new moments recently?" James Black asked Peter Gingery while he casually changed the nickname Peter Gingery had for Jane Sampson.
"It seems like sheâs very busy every day," Peter Gingery scratched his head, "The day she added me back, we chatted briefly. She said sheâs been at the film crew every day, and sometimes they finish filming at one oâclock in the early morning. She told me not to call her recently, afraid that if she was sleeping, it might disturb her."
"One oâclock in the early morning?" James Blackâs heart sank slightly, his breath caught for a few seconds, then he exhaled sharply, handed the mobile phone back to Peter Gingery, and turned and walked away directly.