Sienna frowned. "And then?"
Nathaniel turned his head, suddenly giving her a bright smile. "So I recommended you to him."
Sienna's eyes widened in shock. "Me?"
Nathaniel nodded. "Since Jorrod abruptly canceled the model's contract without a word, it put the director in a very awkward spot. Jorrod agreed beforehand that Director Sinclair would have full authority over casting this time, and he wouldn't interfere."
"Th-Then what did Director Sinclair say?"
"He said yes."
"..." Hold on. Sienna rubbed her temples, struggling to process her sudden shift in status.
"He said your image fits the brand perfectly. Plus, since you were observing on set the whole time, you'd adapt to the commercial's requirements much faster than an outsider."
"But I don't have any fame."
"Fame is Stellaris's problem to worry about. As the director, he cares more about the final visual presentation."
Saying that, Nathaniel stood up. The sunlight poured down behind him, framing him in a warm glow as he smiled at her. "So, I guess I should call you my partner now."
"I haven't even agreed yet!"
Nathaniel casually mentioned the compensation rate.
Sienna's lips twitched. "Right, partner."
Quentin Sinclair was highly satisfied with Sienna. Though she was visibly inexperienced, she was a fast learner. In just one day, they wrapped up the three initially planned commercial segments.
Looking at the young woman, Quentin didn't hold back his praise. "My eye for talent is as sharp as ever. You did great today. Keep up the good work for tomorrow's shoot."
Sienna was confused. "We're shooting tomorrow? I thought we were done?"
Quentin chuckled. "There's one more scene. We didn't do a test run for it previously, because I made some adjustments."
* * *
That evening, Sienna made a special trip to the hospital to visit her father.
George Quinn looked incredibly healthy, practically glowing. He didn't look like a patient recovering from a car accident; he looked like he was on a wellness retreat.
Sienna turned her head, her gaze landing on the exquisitely packaged, extremely expensive fruit basket. Her expression grew complicated.
For some reason, it felt even more like a scam now.
But their family was practically bankrupt. What was there even to scam?
"Could this be Jorrod Vaughn's doing again?" Sienna voiced her suspicion.
George indicated he had already thought of that. "I asked them very specifically this time. They don't know Jorrod Vaughn at all. They just said they asked around about me and came specifically for my expertise."
Hearing that, Sienna couldn't blame her father for being proud. Having worked in the industry since he was young, her dad's technical skills were something she completely believed in.
If this had happened a few months ago, it wouldn't have been strange at all.
But so much time had passed since then...
George continued, "Honestly, I had my doubts too. The rep said their previous manager was fired for taking bribes, which is why they sought me out. We started talking on the phone, and when they found out I was in the hospital from a car accident, they made a special trip out here."
"Whether it's too good to be true or not, I'll find out once I visit the factory."

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