"You little girl, you're learning to flatter like other kids. If I let you see, you should take a look."
Mr. Turnbaugh disagreed, "Besides, the people upstairs have made it clear; you have to write according to the original ideas. Keep an eye out, if my pay gets affected because of this script, the old man won't let you off."
Mr. Turnbaugh said sternly, with a serious expression.
Laura Jones had no choice, especially since her job in the crew was precisely this, she didn't make any false excuses and took Mr. Turnbaugh's computer to examine the script.
Mr. Turnbaugh, deserving of his reputation as a golden scriptwriter, had adapted many of the scenes in her writing, making the story more vivid and nuanced.
Especially in the subtle details, Laura Jones felt a sincere admiration for him.
"Sir, your work is excellent, it requires no modification."
"Really?"
"Really, would a junior dare to deceive you?"
