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“The results aren’t out yet, are they?” she asked coldly.
“Today is only the third day.”
The deputy director scoffed.
“But half of the time has already passed. Do you really think anything can change in just one afternoon?”
One of the people in the meeting, who had been checking his phone, suddenly raised his head and showed them the data, looking surprised.
“Look! Our seats are almost fully booked today. And many people are still struggling to get tickets.”
Everyone gathered around and stared at the screen displaying the latest ticket sales figures.
Indeed, the once sluggish numbers had now soared. And many were still waiting for tickets to be available again.
The conference room was filled with stunned silence, each person processing the unexpected surge.
They had experienced sold-out seats before, but only in a few theaters.
It was nothing compared to today, where every Wandering World screening was full.
Everyone quickly calculated today’s profits, and shock was instantly written all over their faces.
The deputy director was in utter disbelief.
“How can this be possible?”
Vienna looked at the deputy director, her gaze cold and piercing.
“Do you think it’s wrong for us to make this much?”
The deputy director quickly came to his senses.
He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, and explained, “Of course not. I’m just thrilled. I didn’t expect Wandering World to be so successful.”
“Ms. Hobbes, you really have an incredible eye for talent. As always, you save the company from crisis.”
Everyone couldn’t help but praise Vienna.
“That’s right! Ms. Hobbes, you are amazing! Our company truly can’t do without you. You are very valuable to us.”
Vienna gave a small, composed smile, nodding in acknowledgment of everyone’s praise.
While the admiration for Vienna grew, the deputy director gritted his teeth, almost breaking them, in frustration.
How could everything flip at the eleventh hour?
At this moment, everyone on the internet was clamoring for Wandering World’s tickets.
“Is anyone selling Wandering World’s tickets here?”
“I’m so fed up with some movie theaters. Why can’t they treat films fairly? Why are there so few tickets for Wandering World?”
“Darn! Why didn’t anyone tell me Wandering World is so good? If I had known, I wouldn’t have watched End of the Earth.”
“After this incident, some movie theaters must reflect on themselves. How can a great film be given so few showtimes? No wonder they aren’t making money.”
“Aside from Oscar Cinema, only the Light Cinema has tickets. The Light Cinema is owned by the Klein Group. Mr. Klein is really supportive of his fianc?e. It seems Isabella really brings him good fortune, making his profits soar.”
Those movie theaters that had focused their efforts on End of the Earth were facing significant losses today.
They barely had any patrons, not even covering their costs.
And watching the success of Oscar Cinema, they were filled with regret.
When Andrew saw the compliments online, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The comment he liked the most was praising Isabella for bringing him good fortune.
“Mr. Klein, what do you think?” the HR director asked in a low voice when he noticed Andrew hadn’t spoken for a while.
Andrew raised his eyes, and his gaze swept around.
He said calmly, “Everything looks good. You can make the choice.”
After saying this, he left the interview room.
The HR director said to the candidates, “Please wait in the lobby.”
The interviewees filed out of the room, Evita among them.
Just moments ago, she had been seated directly across from Andrew.
From the moment Andrew stepped into the interview room, an invisible tension gripped the air, leaving everyone unable to shake off their nerves.
Evita, however, had managed to keep her composure.
Having grown up surrounded by influential figures due to her father’s high-ranking position, she was no stranger to powerful men.
Andrew’s commanding aura, while impressive, didn’t particularly intimidate her.
Yet she hadn’t expected the sudden twist—Andrew flashing a smile directly at her.
The unexpected gesture had left her slightly unsettled, her brows knitting in thought.
As her mind replayed the scene, she accidentally collided with someone.
About to apologize, she froze when she realized it was none other than Andrew himself.
Up close, his striking features were even more captivating, his presence almost overwhelming.
Evita bit her lip and said, “Sorry, Mr. Klein.”
Without so much as a word, Andrew turned and walked away.
Evita frowned.
Later, after leaving the Klein Group, Evita joined her friend for a meal, recounting the strange interaction.
“Mr. Klein seemed a bit dismissive,” Evita remarked casually.
Her friend, however, looked at her in shock.
“Evita, do you realize what you’re saying? That’s Andrew Klein you’re talking about!”
“And so what if it’s Andrew Klein? When my father was in office, he treated everyone with kindness and respect,” Evita replied.
Her friend was at a loss for words.
Since her father had stepped down, Evita had gone from a life of privilege to one of relative obscurity.
She often found herself lost in memories of her past, recounting them so frequently that her friend had grown visibly tired of hearing the same tales over and over.
“But Andrew isn’t like anyone else, Evita. He’s got the weight of an empire on his shoulders. People like us? We’re probably not even a blip on his radar,” her friend mused.
Evita didn’t answer right away.
Her thoughts drifted back to the smile Andrew had directed at her.