CHAPTER 7

"Oh! Stop that Philip, you look hilarious",Oliver chuckles.. "Well that's the idea mate", Philip grins back at him.

"I needed it actually, these actors would be the death of me, he says tirelessly".

"Well that's no ones fault now,....is it Ollie? You've been working non-stop and it's real bad for your health.. you look gaunt and exhausted... if I was Flora I won't take you back at all"... he flashes his perfect set of white teeth at Oliver... knowing he just threaded on dangerous waters..

"Why you little weasel"... he lunges for Philip, but he avoids him with utmost ease.. and he laughs..

"Oliver we both know that all this work you are burying yourself in is killing you.. you miss her and obviously you do not enjoy being a director".. Philip rolls his eyes in conclusion.