The next morning, Sean Grant set out into action.
Director Powell was not hard to find; a budget hotel was his base of operations, a location with cheap rent and where he always encountered some dream chasers new to District Four. These "novices" were the easiest to deceive.
When Sean found Powell, the bald middle-aged man was busy planning his next "big-budget" film, "destined to make history."
"Sean, Mr. Sean Grant!"
The unexpected visitor made him widen his eyes in disbelief, and driven by instinct, he blurted out, "My name is Powell, I'm a director and a screenwriter. I happen to have a role that would be perfect for you, I don't know if you…"
"I know you."
Sean Grant interrupted him. "When your crew was filming in the hotel, there was a janitor in his early fifties who always came looking for you. Do you remember him?"
