Chapter 8: Take Your Reality Contestant to Work DayWelby annoyed and holding back his rage, sat in front of a camera.
“Why do I need to be here?” Welby asked. “I already shot the damn footage for the commercial.”
Mr. Airiss Hanna, the head of the agency, smiled and tried to calm Welby down. Mr. Hanna possessed an air of civility as if he knew everything he did – good or bad – would work out to his advantage in the end. His confidence was effortless as his crisp, European accent and his naturally tanned, smooth honey skin. He smelled like tea tree oil and moved with purpose. As he spoke to Welby, Mr. Hanna never ran his hand through his jet-black hair. Nor leaned on anything like his desk or grabbed the glass of bubbling water next to his computer. He was poised, assertive, and knew the m
