"When is the film being shown?" Hyerin asked.
"I don't know. It's not set in stone."
'Wow,' Averie thought. 'He answers when she asks, but goes on a tangent when I do. Or is it because the film didn't turn out well?'
He banished that thought as soon as it sprang into his mind.
'I did a good job, so that can't be.'
"You'll know sooner or later," the chatty man continued. "Why not enjoy yourself instead of worrying? Watch some movies. There are some great ones this year, I hear."
"Sure…" Averie lazily replied. "Why not?"
Before he knew, the car came to a halt in the basement of a five-star hotel.
"Room 704."
Before he could ring the bell, the door opened.
"Welcome, Monsieur Auclair."
Director Jean-Louis Groux stood in front of him.
His jovial expression betrayed his fatigue.
"You don't look well, director." Averie walked past him and slumped down into the warm embrace of the velvet sofa. "Was my performance so bad it kept you up all night?"
