It was the beginning of a new week. It was the day of the audition for the cast of the drama, located in the ballroom of a five-star hotel.
The director, Zhang Heng, sat in the middle, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He barely hid how pissed off he was.
"Mr. Zhang, do you think TY will be here today? For the past week, it has only been her assistant that has been communicating with us. The audition and casting days are the most important, if she still isn't here, it's unforgivable! Her fame and success really is just overseas, I haven't seen a screenwriter as unreliable as her in China!" The vice-director stood behind Zhang Heng, ranting his grievances.
Zhang Heng was already upset with her during the preparation and planning stages since Ling Tianya had not shown up, not even once. If not for the fact that the script was absolutely phenomenal, why would he, a renowned director, have to put up with her attitude?
