“Haha, a wise man indeed,” Damon said, satisfied. With Benedict on board, Gale Entertainment’s new series—designed specifically to crush Starlight Media—was a sure thing.
As for Starlight Media, many of the talents Finley had cultivated had already jumped ship to Gale Entertainment. Damon couldn’t imagine how Larissa could possibly win. If “Heaven's Will” still managed to become a hit, he would resign on the spot.
…
At three in the afternoon, a sleek van pulled up in front of the Starlight Media building. Two young men in matching hoodies got out from the front seats. They were followed by three people from the back: a middle-aged couple and a young woman with a cherubic, baby face who looked barely out of her teens.
The group of five looked up at the “Starlight Media” sign and walked inside.
Ursa immediately rose from her desk. “Hello, may I help you?”
The baby-faced woman smiled politely. “Hi there! We’re looking for Ms. Judson. We heard she needed some help around here.”
It clicked for Ursa. “You’re the temporary help Ms. Judson hired?”
“That’s us!” the woman chirped.
Ursa looked her up and down skeptically. “Honey, are you even old enough to work?”
The young woman planted her hands on her hips, feigning indignation. “Of course I am! I’m twenty-five, even older than Ms. Judson!”
“Twenty-five?!”
Ursa and the other employees stared in disbelief. She looked sixteen, at most.
The middle-aged woman smiled kindly. “She’s telling the truth. She is twenty-five. Could you please let Ms. Judson know we’re here?”
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