As if drifting beyond the clamor and fervor of this world.
Before the assistant could even think about how to relay the news, Jackie Qualls spoke up first.
His voice was as ever, gentle and calm, "She didn't answer, did she?"
The man turned around, his face exuding a scholarly charm, reminiscent of a noble son from ancient times who had read extensively, as gentle as jade, and although there was a cold detachment in his eyes, his expression was always warm and soft like a spring breeze.
The assistant lowered their head, and only then did they notice the music playing in the room.
It was a very quiet tune.
It was a single from Hannah's last album that she had completed on her own.
"The word from her side is that Hannah will not accept any scripts for some time to come."
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a faint expression, looking up at the bright moon above the night sky, his mind seemingly elsewhere.
