Los Angeles Convention Center, a beaten-up Toyota car entered the parking lot.
Stuart Townsend glanced at the entrance of the convention center, where the posters for Netflix, David Fincher, and Davis Studio stood out conspicuously.
"Hope she'll come," he muttered, then Townsend took out his phone and dialed Charlize Theron's number once more, only to hear a busy signal on the line yet again.
Since he had splashed MacFarlane in the face yesterday, he had been trying to contact Charlize, wanting to boast to her about what he had done for her.
But Charlize's phone was unreachable.
Townsend, using connections from his time living in Sunset Boulevard North District, entered the community and found Charlize's house locked.
After all his scheming, he couldn't be sure if Charlize even knew...
After calling three times and getting busy signals, Townsend had no choice but to give up on the phone and pin his hopes on Martin Davis.
He didn't ask for much.
