"She's not picking," Sandy said, pushing her hair aside with a whip of her head as she sunk her phone back in her pocket.
"What about Darren?" Lila asked.
Sandy gave her a look.
"What?"
"We don't just call Darren in stuff like this. He's busy and he's already not himself. We report it later, not talk to him over the phone."
"Oh," Lila frowned. "Noted. But we still have to do something. My product has been selling wonderfully, if I don't expand it might start to dwindle."
"No it will," Sandy sighed. "This is important for you and for us."
They both glanced at the stage where Tyler still stood on.
