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The luxurious atmosphere of Sammy Howkins' hotel suite felt suffocating.
Julian paced back and forth across the carpet, his hands running nervously through his hair.
He had just finished explaining the disastrous reviews, his father's terrifying phone call, and the impossible ultimatum hanging over his head.
He desperately needed an ally. He needed someone with power to help him turn the tide.
Sammy was sitting comfortably on a sofa, casually swirling a glass of expensive bourbon.
He took a slow sip and looked at the younger actor with indifferent eyes.
"After hearing all that, I have to agree. This is really bad. You're cooked, Julian. But frankly, it's none of my business."
Julian stopped pacing. He stared at Sammy in pure disbelief before quickly reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.
