It was the 7th of January.
Nearly a month had passed since Averie Quinn Auclair arrived in Tokyo.
"The news has spread."
"Those damn paparazzi."
"No…" The man groaned uncomfortably. "This article says you announced yourself in the middle of a busy street, screaming 'I've arrived' at the top of your lungs."
"Lies."
"They have attached a picture with your arms wide open in the middle of Shibuya."
Looking at his own face staring back from the phone, Averie couldn't refute anymore.
"So, it's done, right?" Averie pointed at the pile of papers in front of them. "Nothing more to sign?"
The Japanese man sitting across from him and Hyerin nodded. He was a director—his director.
"Everything is done, Mr. Auclair." He smiled. "You're officially a part of the cast."
He began clapping but simmered down when neither the actor nor his agent followed suit.
