Olga, the Assistant director who just got bullied by those two crazy bitches, greeted the last cast member who had just arrived at the resort.
She stared at the tall and well-built hunk, probably around 6 '3', with hair and eyes as black as coal. He had a dimple on his left cheek, which was quite obvious when he smiled at the driver and thanked him for the ride.
If Olga could describe this man, he looked more like the modern portrayal of Superman, traditionally handsome but with a hint of boyish sweetness in him.
The man smiled at Olga as he stretched his hand for a handshake. "Hello, I'm Zane."
Olga was shaking as she shook her hand. She cursed herself because her palm was sweaty, but Zane didn't show any kind of disgust. He kept his smile as he asked, "Are you the staff? Can you escort me to my room? I'm exhausted."
