After a long silence, the girl knocked on the door again, and after two or three minutes, a voice came from inside the office: "Please come in."
It was not loud, but very clear. She let out a small sigh of relief, straightened her clothes, and then entered with her most charming and pretty smile: "Hello, Mr. Adrian?"
Sitting back in the high-backed chair, appearing somewhat languid, Adrian raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Britney? What brings you here? Why wasn't I informed?"
"Um... I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian, it was... on a whim... that I came here," Britney Spears said nervously and uneasily from her position near the door.
"Isn't Charli out there?" Adrian frowned, and then seemed to chuckle at a sudden thought, "Well, it seems she has... um, avoided me again – what's up, Britney?"
He then motioned with his hand: "Come and sit down, don't just stand there, that's not cute at all. And don't be so formal; I've told you, when we're alone you can call me Ed."
