"Don't take me home. Drop me off at Nectarine Entertainment," I replied.
Keith did not ask why and merely made a U -turn so he could drive to the company.
When we arrived, I told Keith to return without me.
My pace was brisk, and I walked past the front desk the same way I had done the last time I was here. This time, the receptionist’s expression was not as relaxed as the last time.
I smiled a faint smile at her, and the awe in her eyes grew even more.
I did not offer any other explanation before I headed off to look for Cindy.
She had such a stubborn character, and I guessed she would still be in the same location as before. Thus, I did not make any inquiries and walked over with ease.
I saw the same agent I had met the last time at the small utility room's entrance.
"Wow, plain Jane trying to become glamorous after shooting a commercial? Why don't you take a good look at your skills instead?"
She was wearing a tight, red-colored dress, and her hips swayed while she stood at the door. It was in line with what she had arranged for her artists to do.
When the person inside did not reply, she became even more gleeful as she said," What's wrong? Can't even talk now? Makes sense, though. I'd be too ashamed to speak if I'd stolen someone else's stuff too."
She flipped a magazine open as she spoke. Even from where I was standing, I could tell it was the ad that Hazel had shot.
"Look at her face. You made her look so yellow and gaunt. She looks so dull that those who don't know any better might think she’d escaped from a nunnery."
"Amanda Langdon! I’ll have you sent to a nunnery if you don't keep your mouth shut!” the person inside finally lost their temper.
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