He was increasingly convinced that his decision to invite Charlotte Thompson to participate in the show was the right one.
Because Charlotte not only possess innate talent in design and strong abilities, but she also has a face with delicate features, which can be considered telegenic.
When she appears in the show, she is bound to make a splash.
Stealthily observing Charlotte, Lincoln Smith began to contemplate how to persuade her.
"A variety-show?" Charlotte frowned, suddenly remembering the documents she had thrown into a corner, she had an epiphany, "I remember now, is it ’The Birth of Beautiful Clothes’?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement flashed across Lincoln’s face, and he hurriedly confirmed, "Yes, yes, yes, that’s it. I heard from the staff that you declined, so I rushed over here immediately."
He personally handed over the contract to her; as a producer, his attitude was indeed commendable.
Lincoln Smith nodded slightly, saying, "Miss Thompson, on behalf of our programme team, we sincerely invite you to participate in our show."
The fact that he used the term "you" indicated his regard for Charlotte.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Charlotte slightly sighed, she gently pushed the document away and shook her head, saying, "Mr Smith, I appreciate your sincerity, but I have made up my mind. I will not participate in this show."
If the show was considered outside of the entertainment circle, she may have considered, but this was clearly aimed at the entertainment circle, and therefore, there was absolutely no room for reconsideration for her.
Seeing her straightforward and resolute rejection, Lincoln Smith was not angry, but he stubbornly continued to persuade, "Miss Thompson, the terms set forth by our program team are absolutely favourable, and you will be a guiding judge in the show. I believe with your capabilities, you can handle it fully."
Seemingly feeling that his words were not appropriate, Lincoln’s eyes held a hint of pleading as he said, "Or Miss Thompson, give me a chance to invite you to dinner."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte’s determination did not falter. She firmly shook her head and said, "Mr Smith, you don’t have to say anymore, I have made up my mind."
Hearing this, Lincoln Smith was anxious, wanting to say something more, but saw Justin Battleson stepping forward calmly. A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he politely said, "Mr. Producer, I’ve heard that there have never been any failures under your leadership. This event also promises to be remarkably splendid, so may we have a few more days to consider properly?"
Lincoln Smith is after all an influential figure in the industry, therefore, Justin Battleson’s words were polite and there was nothing wrong with them.
Having said this, Lincoln Smith could not say anything more. He could only glance at Charlotte, his eyes flickering, and finally nodded, saying, "Okay, Miss Thompson, I hope you will seriously reconsider."
Having said this, he finally turned around and walked to his car not far away. A few seconds later, the car started slowly and soon it disappeared into the distance.
As she stood there, Charlotte could feel warmth spreading from the palm of her hand. She raised her head and the corners of her mouth lifted, sketching out a big smile.
"Thank you for helping me out." She paused, tightly squeezed his hand, pursed her lips, and said, "Let’s go."
They arrived at a restaurant, where there was a moderate amount of people. Justin Battleson pulled out a chair for Charlotte and they sat down.
The chair had a soft cushion. As she sat down, she could feel the softness of it.
Charlotte leaned back in the chair comfortably, feeling a bit of relief from her tired and sore limbs.
Looking at her, a subtle smile flashed in the man’s eyes from across the table. This text is hosted at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net