She gritted her teeth, repeatedly holding back her frustration until she finally snapped, delivering a sarcastic jab: “If you’ve never seen it, that’s just because you’re clueless!”

Tiffany responded with an innocent smile. “Alright, as long as you’re happy.”

Wendy was speechless, on the verge of tears. This was supposed to be agreement, but instead of feeling happy, her frustration only deepened.

Just then, a staff member announced that auditions were officially starting and everyone should enter according to their assigned number. Abbie was third, Wendy second. The first person—a complete newcomer—had already entered and made an effort. Their hair was neatly styled, projecting a fresh, confident vibe.

Tiffany stood, saying to Abbie and Nevaeh, “I’m going to the restroom.” She then left. As the screenwriter and casting director, she naturally needed to observe the auditions backstage.

Wendy assumed Tiffany was nervous, letting out a dismissive laugh. Her face full of confidence, she declared, “Just wait and see; this role is mine!”

Tiffany replied with her usual, “As long as you’re happy.”

‘If fooling yourself doesn’t tire you out, that is,’ she thought. After stepping into the empty hallway, Tiffany quietly opened the audition room door. Oliver was waiting. Seeing her, he said, “Let’s begin.”

The audition room was designed to prevent actors from feeling pressured. A mirror divided the space, allowing the judges to observe without being seen.

The script depicted a girl betrayed by her lover and friend, who fell into a deep sleep for several years before awakening. Faced with a changed world and profound disorientation and loneliness, this complex emotional journey demanded exceptional acting skills.

However, the first person’s acting was superficial. After their performance, only emptiness remained. Tiffany remained silent, observing Oliver’s reaction. She saw him make a cross, expressionlessly indicating failure.

Wendy was next. As soon as she entered, she looked at the mirror and said, “Mr. Fraser, I’ve dreamed of working with you. I can’t believe you gave me this opportunity.” She flashed a sweet, shy smile—a stark contrast to her earlier attitude.

Wendy worked hard to impress but didn’t forget to sabotage someone. “By the way, Mr. Fraser, let me tell you something. Among the newcomers, there’s one named Tiffany Kelley. Be careful—don’t be fooled! Her personal life is a mess, her behavior questionable—she only knows how to seduce men. People like her may look good on the surface, but that’s all they have!”

Fortunately, the mirror wasn't two-way; Wendy couldn't see Tiffany sitting at the judging table, watching with a playful expression. She thought, ‘This is amusing.’

Oliver’s expression darkened. If Tiffany was auditioning, this could negatively impact his decision; first impressions matter. As director and investor, he didn’t want rumors about the lead actor’s reputation circulating before or after the film’s release.

But Tiffany wasn’t auditioning; she was there as screenwriter. Wendy’s remarks were deliberate slander.

Oliver coldly interrupted. “Just perform; don’t waste time.”

“Alright.” This was the first time Wendy had been ignored so impatiently. Normally, she would have stormed off, but she couldn’t afford to offend Oliver. She swallowed her irritation.

Her performance lasted five minutes. Tiffany quickly understood Wendy’s lack of fundamental acting skills. The performance was awkward, turning the resilient female lead into a fool. Wendy’s exaggerated acting and loud outbursts were unpleasant. Yet, she remained inexplicably confident.

Tiffany laughed. Oliver, however, marked a large red cross.

He couldn't contain himself. His critique was sharp and incisive. “You need to work on your acting skills. Your performance badmouthing others was practically flawless.”

‘What?,’ Wendy thought. Speechless and deeply affected, she incredulously asked, “Mr. Fraser, what was wrong with my performance?” She was satisfied with it.

Oliver, frustrated, was speechless. Tiffany laughed and lazily said, “Next.”

The voice was familiar. Wendy paused, straining to see through the mirror. She only saw her reflection.

A staff member escorted her out. Abbie was next. Oliver wouldn’t have given her a chance without Tiffany, but now he could only observe.

“Go ahead,” he said. Abbie’s demeanor shifted.

She transformed into a figure shrouded in sorrow, like a woman who had endured hardship. She stared ahead, her clear eyes tearless, emanating profound desolation.

Then she spoke, her voice soft: “You owe me so much you can’t repay.”

She lifted her head, a faint smile combining innocence and darkness, suggesting transformation from despair.

After the performance, Oliver was captivated. He thought, ‘No wonder she’s an award-winning actress.’ He felt he wasn't looking at Abbie, but at the character itself. Her interpretation was profoundly impactful, showing true understanding of the role. He was speechless.

Tiffany was pleased but remained calm, patiently awaiting Oliver’s decision.

After a long pause, Oliver sighed. He turned to Tiffany, expressing admiration: “I understand why you wanted Abbie Hopkins. She comes from the depths and is bound to rise. Let’s go with her.”

The role was confirmed. Abbie and her agent stayed to discuss the contract.

Tiffany went downstairs, only to find her men blocking her path. However, as she stepped out of the building, Wendy… (The passage ends abruptly.)