Christian was waiting for me on the sofa. When I entered, he set his coffee aside and asked quietly, "I heard you are going to participate in a variety show?"
"Yes, I am," I replied.
"I can cast you in any play you want to act in," he said.
His offer startled me. I recalled that winning the show meant a starring role in a drama. Did he think I was doing this for acting?
Since when did he care about me?
I studied his expressionless face and replied flatly, "Thanks, but I want to improve my acting skills through this show."
Christian's face twitched slightly at my response, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you have acting skills?"
His condescending tone annoyed me, and I shot him a sidelong glance, retorting, "None of your business."
Since that day, Christian had stopped sending anyone to find me, seemingly forgetting his promise to my father to take me to the company daily.
But I was too focused on the crucial moments for the male and female leads to pay him any mind.
On the day the show started, the female lead, an amateur, quickly drew attention with her impressive acting and joined the male supporting actor, Raphael's team.