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Surprised, Angela followed the sound and saw Nancy standing not far from the entrance of the hotel, arms crossed, wearing an unusual frown as she stared at the man in front of her. The man with a crew cut was Mark Siede, the location manager of the film crew.
He was sweating profusely and gesturing with his hand while explaining, "I'm really sorry, Miss Meyers. The homeowner originally agreed to let us use the property and even signed the agreement. But he suddenly had some urgent matters and needed to use the house himself. He even offered to pay the penalty fee. We never anticipated this."
"Do you not have a backup plan? Didn't you consider what to do if something goes wrong when renting this house?" Nancy asked sharply.
Mark raised his hand and finally hung his head, deflated. "No, we didn't consider that."
It seemed that there was a problem with the shooting location for tomorrow.
Angela pinched her chin in thought. The atmosphere among the crew had always been good, and it would be detrimental if this issue affected everyone's mood and the progress of the shoot. She knew exactly what kind of house they needed and how to solve the problem, but it carried some risk... Well, she just had to be careful.
With this in mind, the young girl hurriedly walked over and greeted, "Hi, Nancy. Is something wrong?"
Nancy turned around and forced a smile. "Nothing, dear. It's nothing major."
"No, Nancy, I overheard your conversation. It's because you couldn't find a shooting location for tomorrow, right?" Angela blinked her eyes.
Nancy glanced at Mark, who was still hanging his head and sighed. "Yes..."
"Well, maybe I can help you with this," the little girl said, puffing out her chest.
"You?" Nancy and Mark both raised their heads in surprise and asked simultaneously.
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"Of course! Don't you remember? My mom is British," Angela said with a cheerful smile.
"Are you saying that your family has a house in London that we can use?" Mark asked eagerly.
"Mark! That's impolite!" Nancy frowned.
The little girl shrugged indifferently and then beckoned them. "Follow me. It's Sunday now, and it's already 5 o'clock, but I'm sure that guy is still at the office."
The three of them arrived at another red telephone booth. After the person inside finished the call and left, the little girl took out a coin and inserted it, dialing a number.
The ringing sound continued for a full 10 seconds before someone picked up the phone, followed by a sweet yet formal female voice saying, "This is the office of the CEO of Acrik Construction Company. Today is not a working day. If you have any business, please call back tomorrow. Thank you."
Angela furrowed her brow. Why did the secretary change again? She quickly said, "Hello, please have Mr. Frank Albert take the call. I know he must be in the office."
"I'm sorry, miss, but just now..." the formal female voice was about to say something, but Angela interrupted, saying, "Please tell him that his prosecutor is calling him."
The straightforward voice of the little girl made the woman on the other end of the phone hesitate and say, "Um... please... please hold on for a moment."
Soon, the call was answered, and a familiar male voice spoke, "Hey, Chrissie, my dear little angel, is that you? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
"Dear uncle, did your secretary Susan leave her position?" Angela responded in a nonchalant tone.
There were a few coughs from the other end, and after a pause, the voice awkwardly replied, "Chrissie, that's not something a well-behaved child should talk about."
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"Okay, Uncle Frank, are you available right now?" the little girl stopped the banter.
"What's the matter?"
"Well... I'm currently... in London," Angela pondered for a moment and decided to be honest.
"Oh my, you're back in London? Why didn't you come to see me? Did you just arrive today? Are you on summer vacation? Does Grandpa know?"A series of questions prompted the little girl to move the receiver away from their ears until she heard, "Hello, are you still there?" before bringing it back to their ears.
"Alright, dear uncle, I'm the only one in London at the moment. Mom and Dad aren't here," Angela replied.
"You're alone? Goodness! Did you sneak out again? And you came back to London? Chrissie, go straight to Grandpa's house right now. This time, I won't cover for you."
The little girl couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Am I the type of child who disregards their parents' feelings and only causes trouble?"
"Absolutely!" the other side replied firmly.
An exasperated Angela took a moment to calm herself and gritted her teeth. "Let me finish, alright, dear Mr. Albert!"
Sensing the little one's frustration, a burst of light laughter came from the other side. "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening."
"To put it simply, I'm currently in London shooting a movie. Our film crew is facing a problem. The house we were supposed to use for tomorrow's shoot can't be used because the owner encountered some issues and wants to reclaim it. I remember you have a private house on Oak Street, a two-story building with a small garden, which would be perfect for our shoot. So, we would like to rent it," Angela summarized.
"Wait, wait, I can't quite grasp it. Shooting a movie? What movie is this?"
"Alright, my dear uncle, let's not delve into that now. Let's meet at the Oak Street intersection in 30 minutes. I'll explain everything in detail then, alright? Make sure to bring your lawyer along."
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"Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Wait, don't disclose my presence in London to anyone, especially Grandpa, alright?"
"Hey, Chrissie, that's impolite."
"Oh, come on, Uncle. That's how it has to be. No one should utter a word, including your new secretary!"
With a click, Angela hung up the phone and stuck her tongue out playfully. She then pushed the door open and turned to Nancy, saying, "Alright, Nancy, let's head to the Oak Street intersection. He'll be arriving soon."
Oak Street was situated at the junction of St. Mary Gate Street in the picturesque Kensington area of southwest London. Known for its lush trees and charming ambiance, it was a highly desirable residential location.
Less than five minutes after exiting the taxi at the intersection, a sleek black BMW sports car parked on the opposite side of the street. A man in his early thirties stepped out, sporting short brown hair and a gray suit. Although his attire was formal, his friendly demeanor and occasional subtle smiles made him approachable and welcoming.
"Haha, my dear little angel, it's been months since our last encounter!" The man laughed and approached Angela, lifting the little girl up and planting a firm kiss on her cheek.
"Uncle Frank, you got your saliva on my face again. I'm going to complain to Mom!" Angela playfully feigned annoyance.
"Oh, my sincere apologies, my dear. How about a few more kisses?" Frank jokingly opened his mouth as if to take a bite, prompting the little girl to shriek and cover her face, which only made him laugh harder.
Angela managed to wiggle out of his arms, she made a silly face and then introduced Nancy and Mark.
"Thank you for taking care of our little troublemaker," Frank said with a smile, shaking hands with both Nancy and Mark. He then pointed to a cafe on the side of the street. "If we have enough time, let's discuss everything there."
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Over a cup of coffee, Angela provided a clear explanation of the situation. After the initial surprise, Frank readily agreed, saying, "No problem at all. If necessary, we can even go and inspect the property now."
Having heard the detailed description from Angela during their journey, Nancy was already convinced that Oak Street was the perfect shooting location for "The Parent Trap" Therefore, she politely declined, saying, "There's no need. If possible, I'd prefer for us to draft the agreement right away."
"No problem, Miss Nancy. I can hand over the keys to you now. However, my lawyer Andy, is currently on vacation, so the formal agreement will have to be delivered tomorrow morning. Rest assured, I agree to the free use of the property without any compensation," Frank explained, shrugging his shoulders.
"When did you become so generous?" Angela, sipping on her juice, squinted her eyes and playfully asked, biting her straw.
Frank innocently spread his hands and replied, "What are you saying? Am I suddenly Scrooge?"
"Isn't that the truth?" Angela challenged, provocatively looking at him.
Frank let out a helpless sigh and leaned down to whisper in the little girl's ear, "Dear Chrissie, it's impolite to speak ill of me when I'm helping you."
"I didn't say anything bad about you. I just stated the facts," Angela retorted, a mischievous smile on her face, her sparkling eyes occasionally conveying the message: Confess, why are you being so generous?!
"The fact is, you're accusing me falsely. Remember, when kids lie, their noses grow longer," Frank raised an eyebrow, choosing not to say more.
"Fine, if you promise not to tell anyone that I'm here and not to call Mom until I'm back in Los Angeles, I'll keep my mouth shut," Angela continued to smile mischievously. Since she couldn't extract any answers, she might as well negotiate for some conditions.
"Deal!" Frank snapped his fingers, then straightened up and turned to Nancy. "That's settled, Ms. Meyers. Even if there's any damage, it won't be a problem. My house is due for renovation anyway."
As he spoke, Frank retrieved the keys and handed them to Nancy, who accepted them without hesitation. "Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Albert."
"No problem at all. Angela is my niece, so it's only natural for me to help her," Frank replied nonchalantly, knowing that the bill would be sent to his sister. Being generous to others was simply a matter of course.
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Surprised, Angela followed the sound and saw Nancy standing not far from the entrance of the hotel, arms crossed, wearing an unusual frown as she stared at the man in front of her. The man with a crew cut was Mark Siede, the location manager of the film crew.
He was sweating profusely and gesturing with his hand while explaining, "I'm really sorry, Miss Meyers. The homeowner originally agreed to let us use the property and even signed the agreement. But he suddenly had some urgent matters and needed to use the house himself. He even offered to pay the penalty fee. We never anticipated this."
"Do you not have a backup plan? Didn't you consider what to do if something goes wrong when renting this house?" Nancy asked sharply.
Mark raised his hand and finally hung his head, deflated. "No, we didn't consider that."
It seemed that there was a problem with the shooting location for tomorrow.
Angela pinched her chin in thought. The atmosphere among the crew had always been good, and it would be detrimental if this issue affected everyone's mood and the progress of the shoot. She knew exactly what kind of house they needed and how to solve the problem, but it carried some risk... Well, she just had to be careful.
With this in mind, the young girl hurriedly walked over and greeted, "Hi, Nancy. Is something wrong?"
Nancy turned around and forced a smile. "Nothing, dear. It's nothing major."
"No, Nancy, I overheard your conversation. It's because you couldn't find a shooting location for tomorrow, right?" Angela blinked her eyes.
Nancy glanced at Mark, who was still hanging his head and sighed. "Yes..."
"Well, maybe I can help you with this," the little girl said, puffing out her chest.
"You?" Nancy and Mark both raised their heads in surprise and asked simultaneously.
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"Of course! Don't you remember? My mom is British," Angela said with a cheerful smile.
"Are you saying that your family has a house in London that we can use?" Mark asked eagerly.
"Mark! That's impolite!" Nancy frowned.
The little girl shrugged indifferently and then beckoned them. "Follow me. It's Sunday now, and it's already 5 o'clock, but I'm sure that guy is still at the office."
The three of them arrived at another red telephone booth. After the person inside finished the call and left, the little girl took out a coin and inserted it, dialing a number.
The ringing sound continued for a full 10 seconds before someone picked up the phone, followed by a sweet yet formal female voice saying, "This is the office of the CEO of Acrik Construction Company. Today is not a working day. If you have any business, please call back tomorrow. Thank you."
Angela furrowed her brow. Why did the secretary change again? She quickly said, "Hello, please have Mr. Frank Albert take the call. I know he must be in the office."
"I'm sorry, miss, but just now..." the formal female voice was about to say something, but Angela interrupted, saying, "Please tell him that his prosecutor is calling him."
The straightforward voice of the little girl made the woman on the other end of the phone hesitate and say, "Um... please... please hold on for a moment."
Soon, the call was answered, and a familiar male voice spoke, "Hey, Chrissie, my dear little angel, is that you? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
"Dear uncle, did your secretary Susan leave her position?" Angela responded in a nonchalant tone.
There were a few coughs from the other end, and after a pause, the voice awkwardly replied, "Chrissie, that's not something a well-behaved child should talk about."
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"Okay, Uncle Frank, are you available right now?" the little girl stopped the banter.
"What's the matter?"
"Well... I'm currently... in London," Angela pondered for a moment and decided to be honest.
"Oh my, you're back in London? Why didn't you come to see me? Did you just arrive today? Are you on summer vacation? Does Grandpa know?"A series of questions prompted the little girl to move the receiver away from their ears until she heard, "Hello, are you still there?" before bringing it back to their ears.
"Alright, dear uncle, I'm the only one in London at the moment. Mom and Dad aren't here," Angela replied.
"You're alone? Goodness! Did you sneak out again? And you came back to London? Chrissie, go straight to Grandpa's house right now. This time, I won't cover for you."
The little girl couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Am I the type of child who disregards their parents' feelings and only causes trouble?"
"Absolutely!" the other side replied firmly.
An exasperated Angela took a moment to calm herself and gritted her teeth. "Let me finish, alright, dear Mr. Albert!"
Sensing the little one's frustration, a burst of light laughter came from the other side. "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening."
"To put it simply, I'm currently in London shooting a movie. Our film crew is facing a problem. The house we were supposed to use for tomorrow's shoot can't be used because the owner encountered some issues and wants to reclaim it. I remember you have a private house on Oak Street, a two-story building with a small garden, which would be perfect for our shoot. So, we would like to rent it," Angela summarized.
"Wait, wait, I can't quite grasp it. Shooting a movie? What movie is this?"
"Alright, my dear uncle, let's not delve into that now. Let's meet at the Oak Street intersection in 30 minutes. I'll explain everything in detail then, alright? Make sure to bring your lawyer along."
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"Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Wait, don't disclose my presence in London to anyone, especially Grandpa, alright?"
"Hey, Chrissie, that's impolite."
"Oh, come on, Uncle. That's how it has to be. No one should utter a word, including your new secretary!"
With a click, Angela hung up the phone and stuck her tongue out playfully. She then pushed the door open and turned to Nancy, saying, "Alright, Nancy, let's head to the Oak Street intersection. He'll be arriving soon."
Oak Street was situated at the junction of St. Mary Gate Street in the picturesque Kensington area of southwest London. Known for its lush trees and charming ambiance, it was a highly desirable residential location.
Less than five minutes after exiting the taxi at the intersection, a sleek black BMW sports car parked on the opposite side of the street. A man in his early thirties stepped out, sporting short brown hair and a gray suit. Although his attire was formal, his friendly demeanor and occasional subtle smiles made him approachable and welcoming.
"Haha, my dear little angel, it's been months since our last encounter!" The man laughed and approached Angela, lifting the little girl up and planting a firm kiss on her cheek.
"Uncle Frank, you got your saliva on my face again. I'm going to complain to Mom!" Angela playfully feigned annoyance.
"Oh, my sincere apologies, my dear. How about a few more kisses?" Frank jokingly opened his mouth as if to take a bite, prompting the little girl to shriek and cover her face, which only made him laugh harder.
Angela managed to wiggle out of his arms, she made a silly face and then introduced Nancy and Mark.
"Thank you for taking care of our little troublemaker," Frank said with a smile, shaking hands with both Nancy and Mark. He then pointed to a cafe on the side of the street. "If we have enough time, let's discuss everything there."
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Over a cup of coffee, Angela provided a clear explanation of the situation. After the initial surprise, Frank readily agreed, saying, "No problem at all. If necessary, we can even go and inspect the property now."
Having heard the detailed description from Angela during their journey, Nancy was already convinced that Oak Street was the perfect shooting location for "The Parent Trap" Therefore, she politely declined, saying, "There's no need. If possible, I'd prefer for us to draft the agreement right away."
"No problem, Miss Nancy. I can hand over the keys to you now. However, my lawyer Andy, is currently on vacation, so the formal agreement will have to be delivered tomorrow morning. Rest assured, I agree to the free use of the property without any compensation," Frank explained, shrugging his shoulders.
"When did you become so generous?" Angela, sipping on her juice, squinted her eyes and playfully asked, biting her straw.
Frank innocently spread his hands and replied, "What are you saying? Am I suddenly Scrooge?"
"Isn't that the truth?" Angela challenged, provocatively looking at him.
Frank let out a helpless sigh and leaned down to whisper in the little girl's ear, "Dear Chrissie, it's impolite to speak ill of me when I'm helping you."
"I didn't say anything bad about you. I just stated the facts," Angela retorted, a mischievous smile on her face, her sparkling eyes occasionally conveying the message: Confess, why are you being so generous?!
"The fact is, you're accusing me falsely. Remember, when kids lie, their noses grow longer," Frank raised an eyebrow, choosing not to say more.
"Fine, if you promise not to tell anyone that I'm here and not to call Mom until I'm back in Los Angeles, I'll keep my mouth shut," Angela continued to smile mischievously. Since she couldn't extract any answers, she might as well negotiate for some conditions.
"Deal!" Frank snapped his fingers, then straightened up and turned to Nancy. "That's settled, Ms. Meyers. Even if there's any damage, it won't be a problem. My house is due for renovation anyway."
As he spoke, Frank retrieved the keys and handed them to Nancy, who accepted them without hesitation. "Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Albert."
"No problem at all. Angela is my niece, so it's only natural for me to help her," Frank replied nonchalantly, knowing that the bill would be sent to his sister. Being generous to others was simply a matter of course.
