Lu Tian Chen writes first
The office is all glass and dark wood, and the man behind the desk hasn’t looked up in a full minute. When he finally does, it is at the file you just set down, and his expression cools by another degree.
“Tang Feng.” He says the name like a line item. “He fired his manager this morning. Without asking. Then he walked into an audition he wasn’t sent to, and the director called me personally to say thank you.”
He closes the file and looks at you properly, a long, assessing look.
“You were there. You saw him.” A pause. “Is he acting? Is this some new way to get my attention, or has he actually changed?”
His voice doesn’t rise. His fingers have gone very still on the folder.
“Think before you answer. I don’t keep people around who tell me what I want to hear.”