When Charlotte Thompson arrived backstage, she found Zara Ward in tears with her staff.
"Boss, have we really made it big?" Among them, the boy named Steven Taylor was crying the hardest, with snot and tears streaming down.
"When I came over earlier, I had someone do a divination, and they said we were definitely going to be hit big today," the youngest girl said, sniffling.
"Boss, let's go out for a meal after this is over."
Zara Ward carefully wiped the tears from her face, then smiled and said, "Sure, you guys pick the place; it's my treat today, and we're not going home until we're drunk."
Charlotte stood not too far away, unsure of when she could join the conversation.
It was the youngest girl with sharp eyes who noticed Charlotte, her voice trembling slightly: "Miss Thompson."
The girl's voice drew everyone's attention to her, and Zara Ward was the first to approach Charlotte.
Zara Ward looked at Charlotte excitedly: "Thank you, Miss Thompson."
