As Sir Julian left the photoshoot, he picked up his phone and said into it, "Yes, I've done as you insisted. I'm on my way to the car now." He dropped the phone back in his pocket and walked toward a secluded part of the building.
His phone dinged, signaling a new notification. He took it out, tapped it open, and smiled for a split second.
"Well, look what we have here. Are you really Red, the new rising star in the industry, or an old D-list artist seeking a rebirth?" he muttered cunningly to himself.
He continued walking until he reached a path that looked like a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, a sleek, black car awaited him. He opened the door and slid into the backseat.
"Hello, Young Master Gray," Julian greeted. At first, the young master didn't respond. He was lost in a daze, staring intently at his phone, which he held close to his face, as if he didn't want anyone to see what he was looking at.
