Chapter １３

[Alex's perspective]

I repeated this song over and over again.

Just when I was fascinated by it, I suddenly felt that someone had ripped off my earphone.

"Listening to other people's songs here? Is this what an assistant do? "

Charlie's inexplicable anger made me confused.

"You are busy reviewing the script with the director and didn't need me, so I am listen to a song here."

I didn't know when my brother's poster with me fell to the ground.

I looked at the poster on the ground. As I was about to pick it up, Charlie stepped at it.

I looked at him, and he looked back at me condescendingly, stepping on the poster with one foot crushing it hard.

"What are you doing?!"

I was sure he must have seen the poster.

"Why are you stepping on the postern?!"

"That's the person I admire most, and you know it!"

"So you worship him? What's good about him?!"

"It's none of your business. It is nothing to do with you and you can't control who I want to adore."

"Alex!"

"Charlie!"

"Charlie, can you not be so selfish? I just want to support my brother, what is wrong with that?"

"I don't want to be your assistant anymore. You can look for a new assistant because I quit!"

I angrily picked up the poster from the ground and left.

Back at the hotel, I turned on my computer and submitted my resignation letter.

I didn't know where to go, but I still packed my luggage and left the hotel, leaving nothing behind.

[Charlie's perspective]

There are few plays today, so I made time to discuss the following story with the director and gave him some space.

I can see that he's been very busy these days.

"Relax for a while, fool," I said to myself.

But when I got back, I found that he was listening to Mike's new song.

It's him again. I always feel that he has different feelings for Mike.

I was a little angry because I am a bit jealous of him, so I took off his headphones in a bad mood.

"Listening to other people's songs here? Is this what an assistant do?"

I asked him.

He didn't seem to notice my anger at all.

"You are busy reviewing the script with the director and didn't need me, so I listen to a song here?"

I quarreled with him.

Later, I saw the poster of Mike fall to the ground, but I didn't pick it up and stepped on it.

"Why is it him every time? Why?"

And then ...

He's gone.

When I got back to the hotel, all his things are gone.

Mary called, and I answered, "Charlie, Alex submitted a resignation report to me three hours ago. I agreed, and then ..."

"He resigned?"

This news made my thought blank.

"Charlie?"

"Charlie, are you still there?"

"Hello?"

I hung up the phone, hurried back to the house to get the car keys, and ran to the garage to drive the car and find him.

I didn't know what will happen, but I knew that if I didn't chase him, I would regret it.

I called him again and again, but he is not answering. It's raining outside and made the visibility of the road very low