The setting was the private dining room of Caesar International Hotel.
Agnes followed the station manager up the elevator.
By the time they entered the room, it was already half full.
A mix of media folks, some of them genuine titans in the industry.
However, the marketing team from the Tim Group had yet to arrive.
The station manager introduced Agnes to the assembled guests.
There was a collective look of recognition, "Ah, so this is the famous Ms. Pritchard who covered the Bronzetown earthquake live. The depth of your professionalism, risking life and limb, is truly admirable. A rising star indeed."
Agnes had been the only reporter on the scene due to the gridlocked mountain roads.
Her unique footage and photos were invaluable, poised to become significant historical documents. Compliments were heaped on Agnes, who responded with modest smiles.
Soon after, the door opened. Three men from the Tim Group entered.
Leading the pack was a man in a sharp suit, not particularly old, sporting gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to shine with a hidden brilliance.
His half-smile, however, along with a look that seemed to survey everyone condescendingly, gave off an unsettling vibe.
His gaze swept the room and finally rested on Agnes, eyes narrowing slightly.
For some reason, that look made Agnes distinctly uncomfortable.
The station manager quickly stood to greet him, "Mr. Peter, the pleasure is all ours."
"You are too kind," replied the man.
"Please, Mr. Peter, take a seat," the station manager offered.
He had indicated a seat, but Peter chose instead to sit next to the empty chair beside Agnes.
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