“Who’s next?” Arturo grumbles as he paces back to his chair, tipping his cap up slightly. He’s been here for hours at the soundstage for the auditioning, went through so many actors so far and yet none won’t do. He has yet to find the one, the one he can proclaim ‘This is the man! He’s casted!’ He’s hoping he’ll be able to find one by the end of the day. He needs a goddamn break after this. He cocks his head at the assistant director who promptly gives a response after

“Mm…I told you that you can keep the gold, didn’t I? So you shouldn’t be complaining.” Kroger Preston tuts as he reclines further into his chair, propping his legs on the desk. “For these last minutes, you can keep clinging onto that, my backstabbing beloved employee.”That backstabbing worker in question right now is thrashing in agony as the environment he finds himself trapped in tightly to be a burning hell. He screams, and screams, begging for his life. To which the boss ignor