“Honestly, if we could get Thomas for the part, this show would be a guaranteed hit,” Director Davis said with a sigh of regret.
Hearing this, Sandra instinctively turned to look at Yvonne.
Yvonne asked, “Why are you looking at me?”
Sandra replied, “I'll have my assistant contact Thomas's team and check his availability. Yvonne, business is business, and personal is personal. We shouldn't mix the two.”
This was the company's first in-house production. If it became a hit, it would make their reputation overnight. The allure of a blockbuster was too strong for Sandra to resist; even she was wavering.
“Do what you want,” Yvonne replied, touching her forehead.
The dinner lasted nearly two hours before everyone went their separate ways.
Director Davis had been drinking and couldn't drive, so Sandra had to give her a ride home.
Sandra left first with a tipsy Director Davis.
Yvonne and Cynthia walked out of the restaurant one after the other.
“My car is parked outside. Would you like a ride?” Cynthia offered with a warm and polite smile.
“Thank you for the kind offer, Ms. Scott, but my husband is here to pick me up.” As Yvonne spoke, she saw Bennett's black Mercedes pull up to the restaurant entrance.
A door opened, and Bennett stepped out, striding toward them on his long legs.
“Cynthia.” Bennett greeted her with perfect courtesy.
Cynthia smiled. “You two are so close. It's truly enviable.”
Cynthia's car was also parked in front, and the two luxury vehicles were blocking the road. One of them had to move immediately.
“I won't keep you two lovebirds. I'll be on my way,” Cynthia said with a smile and a wave, tactfully taking her leave.

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