Ilom stood straighter. At his full height, he towered over both Nel and Tristan, even though neither of them could be called short.
He'd be intimidating if Tristan couldn't tell easily that Ilom was more afraid of them than could ever be afraid of him.
'He's almost like a spider… Isn't that what someone online joked about a spider?' Tristan thought he saw a meme like that once.
"Keep keeping a press away from me until I leave. I know my PR manager won't, since he put me to this in the first place. He didn't even give me security to keep those damn journalists away—never again!"
He flailed his arms in anger, then clenched his fists at the sides.
"In return, I will introduce you to some people at the after-party. The kind of people to offer good projects to young, handsome artists. They work with all kinds of Hollywood personalities, as long as they look good on camera. I think they are involved with the Californian Young Star organizations, too."
