"Yes, we couldn't execute it the other week," she shrugged lightly. "Having Jon do the entire project alone felt a little boring."
Manson flipped another page.
Hazel leaned forward slightly, excitement dancing in her eyes.
It's a luxury foam commercial," she explained softly. "Soft visual. Romantic chemistry. Intimate atmosphere." A grin spread across her lips. "Adding a female lead would elevate the entire concept."
Manson's fingers paused.
His gaze landed on her particular name printed boldly across the casting page.
Fiona Brett.
The air shifted.
Hazel noticed immediately.
"So," she continued, pretending to be innocent. "I thought Fiona would fit perfectly."
A beat.
Slowly a smirk curves onto Manson's lips.
"Oh, Hazel…"
His voice dripped with amusement.
"That sounds like a brilliant business decision." He closed the file halfway before lifting his gaze towards her. "But let's not pretend you're doing this purely for the campaign.
Hazel gasped dramatically.
