The moment the lobby manager finished speaking, the private room went dead silent.
Helena shot to her feet so fast her chair scraped against the floor. "What brand director?" she asked, her voice cracking.
The manager glanced at her, his tone neutral. "The global brand director of Muse Cosmetics."
All the color drained from Helena's face in an instant, leaving her as pale as a sheet.
Just last year, she'd camped out for three whole days straight outside Muse's headquarters, desperate to land a background extra spot in one of their ad campaigns. In the end, the front desk wouldn't even let her step inside the building. And now, Muse's global brand director was waiting for me on the top floor.
She forced a stiff, wobbly smile onto her face. "Lucy, do you know people at Muse?"
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