Seeing what was happening the director stood frozen, his face pale and his hands trembling as he clutched his clipboard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying his rising panic. How am I supposed to deal with this? he thought, his mind racing. Vanessa's family are powerful, deeply intertwined with the entertainment world, and they would demand answers for what had just happened. But then again, it was clear to everyone who had orchestrated this entire mess—Ethan. Surely, they'd target him instead.
Ethan, however, didn't seem remotely concerned. His sharp gaze fell on the director, cutting through the man's panic like a knife.
"Do you know what this tampering has cost the company?"
Ethan asked, his tone calm yet cold, each word hitting like a hammer.
He couldn't believe everything Naomi said were true and they don't even hide it.
How can they just change the lead so quickly and not because of talent but favoritism.
