The show's director received the news only after the person had arrived.
Originally sitting in the backstage control room enjoying instant noodles, as soon as he heard the person had arrived, he ran into the studio to greet them, not even having time to change out of his slippers.
The director, middle-aged and not particular about maintenance or fitness, had a bald head from staying up late, shining like a polished egg.
Like a marinated egg.
This was his first time meeting Arnold Simmons in person, and he couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. The bravado he usually had when scolding people was gone, and he stuttered over his words.
But he still tried very hard to be ingratiating to Arnold Simmons.
He said one flattering thing after another.
He started by complimenting Arnold himself, but seeing his indifferent expression, always looking at the person on stage, he quickly changed tack.
Praising Hannah.
This time he must be right, right?
