Rex's expression hardly changed through it all. But then, as Steven bent himself lower, flattering with everything he had, Rex's lips curved ever so faintly… just the barest trace of a smile.
To anyone else, it would have been nothing. To Steven, it was salvation. His chest loosened as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders, and for the first time since this encounter began, he managed to draw a steady breath. That faint smile meant one thing… Rex was satisfied.
Clasping his hands together, Steven leaned in, his tone reverent.
"May I ask, sir, what brings you to my humble studio today?"
Rex's voice was calm, unhurried, as though he were discussing something trivial.
"It's for a university project. I needed information about a Hollywood studio, and my friend happened to select this one."
