After asking a staff member for directions, Rose Shaw was led to a private room.
Inside sat two men and four or five women.
The air in the room was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol. It was a foul, hazy atmosphere, and she couldn't help but frown.
The man sitting in the middle, dressed in black casualwear, was the one Rose Shaw had come to see.
Landon Harmon. He ran a media company that, in reality, was just a paparazzi operation.
"Rose! Rose, hello! I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure, a real pleasure!" The man shot to his feet the moment he saw Rose Shaw, eagerly extending a hand.
Rose Shaw glanced at him before walking to an empty seat and sitting down.
She paid Landon Harmon's enthusiasm no mind.
"Name your price," she said, getting straight to the point.
"Rose, it's not easy to make a living out here. I'm sure you understand." Landon Harmon poured a glass of wine and held it out to Rose Shaw. "Allow me to offer you a toast."
