The next morning, Tra woke up with her whole body aching. Yesterday's slip, combined with getting drenched by artificial rain, had left her looking a little pale, with the dark circles under her eyes clearly visible. Remembering Bao Anh's harsh attitude, Tra knew her days ahead at StarBrite wouldn't be easy.
She opened a drawer and took out a box of T-Garden disposable colored contact lenses. Tra rarely used them, but today she needed to look fresher, more professional, and more energetic to face the challenges ahead. Once she put in the natural brown lenses, Tra's eyes immediately looked brighter, rounder, and much sharper. She tied her hair back neatly, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.
When she arrived at the office, the atmosphere was tense enough to snap. The External Relations and Production Departments were holding an emergency meeting. Tra carried a tray of coffee into the conference room, trying to make herself as small as possible.
"The press has already started buzzing about Khanh acting like a star on yesterday's set!" Bao Anh tossed a stack of papers onto the table and shot a razor-sharp glance at Vu Hoang Hai. "I told you not to make the artist wait at that muddy film set. Now photos of him yelling at the crew have been leaked. What are you going to do about this, Hai?"
Hai folded his hands together, his expression frighteningly calm.
"Where did the leak come from? Everyone's phones were collected before they entered the set yesterday."
"Who knows whether your errand runners were hiding their phones?" Bao Anh deliberately emphasized the words "errand runners," her gaze sweeping past Lam Moc Tra, who was shrinking timidly into the corner of the room.
Tra bit her lip. She had run the most errands yesterday, and she was also the person who had clashed with Bao Anh directly. She knew the External Relations Director was deliberately trying to direct the internal blame toward her.
But at that moment, determination suddenly flashed in Tra's bright brown eyes. She stepped forward.
"Ms. Bao Anh, Mr. Hai. Yesterday, every phone belonging to the Event Support team was placed in sealed zip bags and left at the reception area, which was monitored by cameras twenty-four seven. If the image was leaked, the photo must have been taken from the VIP artist tent area, because only the artists' managers and guests of the External Relations Department were allowed to keep their phones."
The conference room fell silent. No one had expected such a young intern to stand up and rebut her so clearly, logically, and sharply.
Vu Hoang Hai looked at Tra, unmistakable approval shining in his eyes. He turned to Tuan.
"Pull the footage from the VIP tent area yesterday. Find the person who took that photo."
Bao Anh was left speechless, her face turning from red to deathly white. She hadn't expected the thorn in her side to be this difficult to deal with.
Tra retreated to the corner of the room. Her hands, hidden behind her back, were still trembling slightly, but her heart was overflowing with pride. She had protected herself—and more importantly, she hadn't disappointed Mr. Hai.