Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After finishing her coffee, Sherilyn glanced at her watch.

"I've got a meeting this afternoon. Time to head out."

"Okay."

Sherilyn stood still, watching him get into his car and speed away.

Suddenly, she felt a bit dazed.

This thoughtful and considerate Mr. Gilbert - was he really the same person who had been so cold and distant in the past?

However, the more he improved, the more vividly her memories of the past emerged in her mind.

The cold breeze made Sherilyn wrap her coat tighter around herself before she turned to go back inside.

...

Finding some free time, Sherilyn decided to visit the TV station.

Lauren had called, telling her she'd left some belongings at the station and that she had gathered them for her to pick up when she had a moment.

Upon arriving, Sherilyn found Lauren, collected her things, and was about to leave when she bumped into a familiar face.

Blake was on his phone, sounding quite urgent, "No, it's just not glamorous enough. What do you mean by 'enough'? Alright... I get it..."

After hanging up, Blake couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it! Why don't you try finding something then?"

"Director Blake?"

small, shy smile. "Hi, long time

"Sherilyn?"

Sherilyn's hand. "It's been

"Good, pretty good."

you to the

that." Sherilyn chuckled, briefly explaining her reason

to say

"Right," Sherilyn nodded.

that time, she hadn't known about

having already troubled Daphne a few times, returning

as he gripped Sherilyn's hand tighter. "Sherilyn, you have to help me

yet amused, replied,

"It's true!"

distressed. "Mr.

its

embody the epitome of

We've auditioned countless

have met Mr. Marshall's standards-he keeps saying

eyes sparkled, suspecting where this was

"Sherilyn!"

any further, Blake blurted out, "Help me out! Mr. Marshall would definitely be pleased

wanted to decline, "Blake, I'm not sure I'm

"Don't worry!"

to understand

this time.

have

the final say, and that's