Burbank, Leonardo's Appian Way production company.
Martin arrived at the reception and met up with Thomas, who had been waiting there; together, they entered the makeup room.
In the same manner, he made a call to Robert in Atlanta.
The High Priest of the Cola Cult immediately sprang into action.
The audition room was temporarily empty. Thomas said, "While personal debts should be repaid, I will fight for your rightful salary and treatment."
Martin nodded, "Let's wait until the audition outcomes are confirmed, then you go ahead."
He was there to repay a favor, but his agent was not.
Besides, the script was quite explicit.
Martin didn't care about the explicitness; he had shed his clothes too many times on his journey thus far.
Each time he stripped down, he gained something, even if it was the simple act of shelling out several hundred million for sports, he reaped enjoyment and pleasure.
