"You're worth every dime of Mr. Brixton's money, Ms. Orszebet." Marissa suddenly let a smile form on her face, even though her tone still sounded a little cold. "Your portfolio might not show all of your talents yet, but my eyes will never deceive me."
"You have the aura of a star," she went on. "It's not just about your appearance, though yes, you're beautiful, and people will notice you the moment you walk into a room. What impressed me most was your personality in the audition tape I watched. Talent is important, yes, but what makes a true star is presence, and you, Ms. Orszebet … you have it."
For a moment, I just stared at her, speechless.
I never imagined that a single tape from such a small audition could move the heart of a top-notch manager.
"You really think so, Ms. Hale?" I asked again, needing to hear it one more time.
