Do you want to resign?

Improbable!

Sameera didn't think much.

After all, the floors here were high, so she could only roughly see the outline of the person's figure, which probably looked a bit like Kartik Khurana.

She looked away: "Okay, don't be angry. It's so late. Why don't you take a shower and go to bed early? Are you not tired enough to deal with those parents today?"

"Ah! Ah, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Their company issued a statement saying that the person in the video and photos was not their male artist. They also showed the male artist's itinerary for those days and sued those who spread the rumors. Man, hey, but...but why do I still feel that my house has collapsed and cannot be built?"

Sameera was already a little sleepy, so she turned around and walked upstairs to the bedroom, rubbing her temples in a daze.

"It's okay, it's okay. We don't like male celebrities anymore. We like to like real people. Wouldn't it be nice to like me? I will never fall in love."

"But, but, you are also married, wuwuwu..."

Sameera: "..."

"I don't care, I feel bad."

Sameera lay on the bed and looked at the time on her phone: "How about you go shopping and take care of your skin, young lady? Or..."

"I don't want to go shopping or do skin care. I want to see him! He will have a wine party for commercial endorsements in a few days. My dad gave me two tickets. Can you go with me, woo woo woo... "

Sameera was helpless: "Girl, I still have to work. Not only do I have a job at the training center, but I also have an imaginary chess competition next week. I have to win a prize. Only then will the business of our training center be good."

"No, you go with me. I don't have the courage to face him alone."

Sameera thought about it and realized that her part-time job in the studio could really be put aside.

In the studio, she has classes from Monday to Friday, and has to teach art students in their second and third year of high school to prepare for art exams.

She teaches paint and color, but there are only three classes, which is not a lot of lessons.

Not to mention keeping watch at night.

"Where's the time?"

"The night after tomorrow."

"Okay, can you let me rest today and tomorrow? I'm very tired recently and I have classes to attend, so be good."

"good!"

After sending Anisha Rai away, Sameera closed her eyes and thought, all her painting materials are still at home. The two big boxes couldn't fit them last time. She has to go and get them today. She has a class in the studio in the afternoon.

In fact, her main job is as a color class teacher in a studio. Her monthly salary, after excluding five insurances and one housing fund, is 8,000 to 9,000 yuan, which is not low.

In addition to the income from the chess training room, which is not big, there are only about twenty students. After excluding expenses, she and Anisha Rai can also get seven or eight thousand. Anisha Rai is the big "shareholder" and can get ten thousand sixty-seven. .

So in these years, although she didn't have to spend money on eating at home, she didn't save much, just enough for the down payment of a small apartment.

Prepare to book one when you see a suitable house.

What she didn't know was that half an hour ago, Kartik Khurana was sitting in the Maserati and called his assistant: "Look what you are doing? Make your own artist? In one hour, whitewash him and minimize the loss." , let the public relations company clean up the charity he had done before, and then sent a lawyer's letter to sue the companies that maintained the marketing accounts yesterday.

You have been in the company for so long and you want me to teach you how to do things? Do you want to resign? "

The assistant was busy in the company when he received a call from Kartik Khurana. Half of his soul was gone. He hurriedly responded and said that it would be handled immediately and Mr. Khurana would be satisfied.