Chapter 51: A Toast to This Damn Pressure
"Miss Twain, I expect you to manage your Mobile Phone!"
Hearing Duke's icy tone, Shania Twain's agent snatched the Mobile Phone from her hand, yanked off the back cover to pull the battery, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Director Rosenberg."
Duke kept his eyes fixed on Shania Twain. She was not some inexperienced youngster, and she managed an embarrassed smile as she said, "I am so sorry..."
Though he had been on the verge of erupting moments ago, Duke restrained himself. He knew his anger should be directed at CAA, not anyone else.
He had never liked losing control.
"If another Mobile Phone rings on set," Duke said, his voice hoarse, ignoring Shania Twain as she walked over to apologize to the other departments, "I swear I'll nail the device to the wall!"
"Water?" Sofia handed him a cup of cold water at exactly the right moment. Duke took it and drank deeply, feeling his burning chest cool down. "Thanks," he said.
"I thought the volcano was about to erupt," Sofia said, looking at him in disbelief.
"Losing my temper won't solve anything," Duke said, shaking his head slowly. "And I don't want to lose control."