Chapter 156 Credit to William
"Got it?" As soon as Nora returned, she saw Linda sitting in her house. Linda rushed over anxiously when she saw her.
She really cared about tonight's outcome.
"Got it."
"What happened? Did they give you a hard time?" Linda nervously walked toward Nora. The situation for the company's dozen or so artists was very unclear. Now they were mainly counting on Nora. If anything went wrong on her end, Linda would really be worried sick.
"I'm fine," Nora shook her head. "It's normal for them to give me a hard time. In these situations between capitalists and female artists, it would be abnormal if nothing happened."
Just like tonight's dinner party - normally, if things had gone as expected, she should be in Kurt's bed right now. But tonight she came back completely unharmed, hadn't even drunk much.
All this, thanks to whom?
That man called William.
The Satan of Emerald City's legal circle.
She never imagined that the man who had something going on with Thalia would have this kind of status in Emerald City's capitalist circles.
Linda thought she had been bullied and didn't ask further: "Go take a shower, rest well, and get ready for tomorrow night's banquet."
"If tomorrow night goes well, your position in the entertainment industry will definitely surpass Thalia's. Haven't you always wanted to step on her? This is such a rare opportunity."
Nora responded and went into the bathroom. When she came out after washing up, the room was empty - Linda had already left. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the sofa, her slender fingers slowly swirling the wine glass.
Her mind was full of Kurt's words: "Change talent agencies."
And William's face.
………
"What event?" Thalia got up from bed at 5 AM and took the nanny van all the way to the film studio.
Halfway there, John had just stopped the car when Layla got in.
"Tonight's charity banquet at Majestic Wave Hotel - a big scene with political, business, and entertainment circles. Here's the entrance ticket."
Thalia had attended this banquet last year and knew what it meant to many people. So many business people wanted to get into this banquet but didn't have the qualifications, while people from their entertainment circle went in just to amuse those big-shot capitalists.
The reason she went last year was because Hayden had taken her to see the world.
If she went to this kind of occasion again this year and ran into some sharp-tongued people from Emerald City's elite families, getting into arguments would be normal.
"Not going. Aren't you tired? After shooting all day, you still want me to attend this kind of event."
"Don't you want to make money anymore?" Layla snapped at her.
"We haven't had any collaborations for almost 4 months. If it weren't for the show your dad took on before, you'd be unemployed right now, you know? Not only unemployed but also supporting over twenty people at the company."
Isla rarely saw Layla angry. Hearing her scolding Thalia in the back seat, she couldn't help but turn around to look.
Thalia pouted: "Fine, I'll go! Why are you yelling at me?"
"I'm just afraid you don't want to work anymore."
"How would I dare? You remind me every day. If I still dared to slack off, wouldn't you beat me to death?"
"Good that you know."
Thalia said nothing more, pulled the blanket over her face, and slept all the way to the film studio.
As soon as she entered the dressing room, she saw Nora sitting in her dressing room getting her makeup done.
The makeup artist explained when Thalia came in: "Thalia, Nora's room has a water leak, so she's borrowing your dressing room."
Thalia nodded: "Go ahead."
Her scenes weren't until after ten, so there was no rush to do makeup.
Thalia walked to the bar counter next to the dressing room and pressed the coffee machine to grind herself a latte. When the rich, strong coffee aroma spread, everyone in the room couldn't help but sniff. Thalia held her cup and leaned against the windowsill, watching the scenes being filmed in the studio.
The scene being filmed outside was of Gregory, playing a rich young master, being bumped into by a servant. The servant was kneeling before him, careful and trembling.
The servant was crying and begging the young master to spare her life.
Perhaps Thalia's gaze was too intense - Gregory, who was filming, sensed her eyes and slowly shifted his gaze over. Their eyes met, and the person filming got distracted.
The director behind the camera followed Gregory's line of sight.
"Who's he looking at?"
"Thalia," the director said through gritted teeth.
He called cut, then shouted toward Thalia's dressing room: "Thalia, close the window."
Thalia, who had been standing by the window leisurely drinking coffee, was startled by the director's shout.
Thalia sheepishly responded and was about to pull the window closed when she heard Gregory's cool voice: "Got any more? Make me a cup."
Thalia: Is Gregory craving coffee?
"I do, but we're not that close."
"I'll pay."
Thalia held up one finger, jacking up the price: "100 dollars a cup. I use premium coffee beans."
Gregory glanced at Luca and held out his hand. Luca very sensibly handed him his phone.
"Director, give him my contact info."
Aaron: Are all good-looking people mentally abnormal?
Thalia's train of thought jumped around in a way that was hard to follow.
Has Gregory gotten used to being a sucker? He'd drink 100-dollar coffee?
Luca had the same doubt as the director: "Coffee outside is only ten dollars a cup."
"Don't you think you're being a sucker paying 100 dollars a cup?"
Gregory was transferring money to Thalia. He waved his phone screen: "Is this hundred dollars just buying me a cup of coffee?"
Luca followed his gaze and understood - he also got Thalia's contact information.
A master is a master.
You could tell that when they were eating barbecue that night, he wanted to add her contact info, but Thalia's thinking was too erratic and he didn't catch the opportunity.
Wasn't today just perfect?
Thalia saw the transfer come through on her phone, ground a cup of coffee, and prepared to deliver it to him. Passing by Nora who was getting her makeup done, she heard her sneer: "A hundred dollars a cup, you're really something."
Thalia glared at her and said: "Can't you keep your mouth shut even while getting makeup done?"
"You—" Nora wanted to snap back, but Thalia didn't give her the chance. She floated out with the cup like a graceful butterfly, floating right up to Gregory.
"Your coffee."
"You brought a coffee machine?"
"Yes!" Thalia propped up her chin, blinking at him: "Feel free to come often if you need some."
Gregory's hand holding the cup trembled: "Okay."