"Elder Hawthore, if you don't mind, would you take a look at this script I bought? As a huge fan of yours, I thought this would be a genre you'd like, so I acquired the rights and wanted to have it sent to you, but I could never get in touch."
Gordon Hawthorne looked at him and finally took the script. "Thank you. I'll give it a careful read."
Michael bowed deeply, expressing his sincerest gratitude.
"Wow, I came all this way too! How come no one's paying any attention to me? Not even a little hello?"
'If Alaric Davenport hadn't dragged me into this, I could be at home having a good time. Why do I have to go through all this trouble?'
'If Skylar Morrison and Ethan Lockwood hadn't been too busy, I definitely wouldn't have been Alaric's first choice.'
Rosalind chuckled. "A warm welcome to Young Mr. Thorne. Are you thirsty? Would you like some tea or coffee? We have juice too. Just say the word."
