Quinn had no objections. The photography team wasn''t just one group but seven or eight smaller ones.


    Thepany had two major influencers with over ten million followers each, and each of them had their own dedicated team.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    The other six teams handled four to five influencers each, making them the busiest.


    Ernest said, "Ronald, there''s a new employee. You can assign her tasks."


    Ronald Lewis, the team leader, nced at Quinn, acknowledged her, and went back to his script.


    Ernest ced her in Team Three, which had fifteen members.


    Although there were only fifteen people, the team included screenwriters, directors, lighting techs, and stylists. No one had time for Quinn.


    She stood there for ten minutes without anyone talking to her. She thought for a moment and then walked up to Ronald and asked, "Mr. Lewis, what should I do?"


    Ronald nced at her and said, "Wait. We''re going out for a shoot. Help move those props."


    Quinn nodded and waited quietly.


    Everyone seemed busy.


    This team handled one of the two major influencers, a couple who made short couple videos.


    While standing there, Quinn overheard some inside info.


    The couple had been promoted by thepany from the start. Now that they were popr, they wanted to go solo. However, due to contract restrictions, they couldn''t leave and were causing issues within the contract''s limits. These two were now harder to deal with than some celebrities.


    Just this month, Alexander had invested in two talent agencies and opened an entertainmentpany under the Wilson Group. The couple wanted to switch to artist contracts.


    They had the highest hopes of switching to artist contracts. So, even though they weren''t celebrities yet, they were already acting like divas.


    After an hour, the team finally started working. Under Ronald''s direction, Quinn moved the props to the car.


    The items were heavy, and with her current condition, she had to stop to catch her breath after a few steps.


    The main group had gone far ahead. When Ronald saw how far behind she was, he walked over angrily, scolding, "Can''t you even carry these? What are you here for?" Quinn felt guilty and apologized, "I''m sorry."


    Ronald continued, "I don''t know what Ernest was thinking. Am I not busy enough already? And now he sends a newbie like you."


    Quinn bit her lip and lifted the props higher.


    Ronald gave her an annoyed look. "Hurry up and keep up. If you can work, then work. If not, just leave early!"


    He turned and walked away.


    Quinn bit her lip and followed with the heavy props. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead; her body was really weak.


    Just then, she felt the weight lighten. A voice said, "Let me help you."


    Quinn was stunned and turned to see a young woman.


    Helen Hill smiled at Quinn. "Let''s go."


    Helen looked to be in her twenties, with fair skin. She wasn''t particrly beautiful but seemed very approachable.


    "Thank you," Quinn said gratefully, walking with her to the parking lot while carrying the props together.


    Helen said, "You''re wee. I''m the screenwriter for this team. My name is Helen Hill. Since you''re new, you might not know much about Team Three. Ronald may seem fierce, but he''s actually a good person." Helen added, "You''ll see over time. Our team is very harmonious and united, with a better atmosphere than the other teams."


    As Quinn heard Helen''s words, her smile deepened. "I understand."