The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 465

Clive had practically set up camp on the trending topics list recently. As luck would have it, the receptionist at Tiger Entertainment was a certifiable gossip junkie, and she recognized his face the instant he walked in.

Lacking the ability to read minds, however, Clive mistook her wide-eyed stare for admiration rather than scandal-mongering. He assumed he had encountered a fan. With a practiced grace, he offered a polite nod and a perfectly calibrated smile to acknowledge her obvious excitement.

"Hello," he said smoothly. "I have an appointment with Mr. Larson."

The mention of the company director snapped the receptionist out of her daze. She quickly typed something into her terminal before looking up with a professional smile.

"Mr. Larson is in the conference room on the fifth floor. Just take the elevator up and head straight down the hall."

"Thank you." Clive nodded courteously and turned to leave.

What he didn't see was how quickly her phone appeared the moment his back was turned. She snapped a photo of his retreating figure and blasted it into the company's internal group chat.

"Ladies, guess who I just saw at the front desk?"

"Omg, isn't that Clive Sloan? The pretty boy who's been getting roasted all over Twitter lately? What's he doing here?"

"Probably begging for a job. I heard his agency is dropping him like a hot potato."

...

Inside the conference room, Mr. Larson flipped through Clive’s portfolio, his brow furrowed. "Mr. Sloan, your resume is admittedly impressive, however..."

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