Standing in the small conference room, Martin took a brief look at the person sitting behind the meeting table, a middle-aged man with neatly trimmed short hair and a distinguished demeanor.
Andrew's gaze swept over Martin like radar waves, scanning his face and body.
Martin felt as though he was seeing Patrick, Craven, Zomi, and Michel from a few days earlier.
He was all too familiar with that look, the kind that only a lecher would have.
At that moment, Andrew said, "Martin Davis, a new actor." He nodded his head, very directly, "Tonight, I'm holding a role discussion meeting at the Hilton Hotel, can you make it?"
When the lecher met the lecher, Martin didn't hesitate to respond, "I have something very important tonight and cannot attend."
Andrew said, "That's a pity."
Martin didn't say anything more and turned to leave the conference room.
Neither side had any demands, one made an offer, the other refused outright, and if it wasn't a match they parted ways.
