Chapter 11

After a long day, I immediately headed to Mr. Gil's office. I knocked a few times before entering. He was seated behind his desk, engaged in a phone call.

When he noticed me, he quickly excused himself from the call before hanging up. I just sat down on the couch and stretched my back.

"Let me guess, that's the scriptwriter," I guessed.

He looked at me, seemingly surprised. "Uh-hm, you noticed that too?"

I glanced at the ceiling, thinking. "Yeah, I noticed some dialogue in the script. It doesn't seem suitable for the cast," I said, sitting up properly but resting my elbow on my knee. "Why don't you just let the cast adlib it? Especially the two supporting actors, I'm sure they can do it well."

Mr. Gil smiled as he looked at me. "Really? Do you think that would be effective?"

I nodded and continued, "Yes, I think so. They're talented enough to pull it off. It would feel more natural if they added their own twist to the lines."

He pondered for a moment. "Hmm, I hadn't thought of that. B