Leaving the hotel room behind, Martin walked along the corridor to the elevator area, where he stood in front of the mirror on the wall, carefully examining the person reflected in it.
Despite being quite the handsome guy, Ellen just couldn't appreciate him!
Was it really such a big deal that his hairline had receded slightly, his hair had thinned a bit, and his forehead was a tad larger?
To think he'd be scorned by a woman over fifty!
Thomas took the elevator down to the lobby and sat at the rest area for a moment, pondering—after talking up such a big game earlier, how was he to make amends without telling Martin what to do next?
The requirements Casting Director Ellen had asked for weren't excessive, quite the norm within the industry.
In Hollywood, these were unwritten rules, nothing out of the ordinary.
Thomas took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, saw Bruce's information, and made the call, "There's something important, we need to meet."
