Blake Shaw stood elegantly in front of the elevator, watching as the young girl walked decisively forward, with a slender waist and graceful neck, her steps unwavering, just like when he first joined the company.
Back then, he was full of dreams, fantasizing about overnight success, unaware that he would roll in the mud for many years before seeing a glimmer of hope. During his era, it was already a situation where thousands competed on a narrow bridge, but now it's likely millions competing.
Wanting to become famous is more difficult than ever.
Rosie bit her lower lip as she poked her head around searching for quite a while before finally finding the interview location.
Her appearance made the interviewees go silent for a moment. A few tall girls fixed their eyes on her, saying nothing but staring intensely. In ancient times, such looks might have meant being skewered and roasted.
