As soon as Hannah entered the building, the producer rushed to meet her with several staff members in tow.
All kinds of consolation, they almost wished they could carry her in on a palanquin.
Hannah was quite pleased with the sudden change in their attitudes.
She loved these fair-weather friends and opportunists, because these people could always say many nice things to curry favor with her.
The producer who often acted superior, now almost wanted to crouch at Hannah's feet. Rubbing his hands together, his face was all pleasantries, "Hannah..."
As he was speaking, he saw a sweet beauty turn her head and look at him. Those beautiful eyes glimmered with a hint of amusement. He felt a chill creep down his spine.
He quickly tried to save face in front of his staff. "No... Miss Winter, Miss Winter, now that you're back, please tell us when we can start recording the show."
