Seraphina Quinn looked up, staring blankly into his eyes. "And then?"
Damian Fairchild's tone was mild. "There is no 'and then.' At most, a night of intimacy. After all, I have a family, and you're unwilling to be a mistress."
Seraphina Quinn had never considered being anyone's mistress.
Even now, facing Damian Fairchild, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. But she knew a person had to have principles.
She pressed her lips together. "You should go."
Damian Fairchild handed her a business card.
"Seraphina Quinn, you underestimate your own beauty. It's your best weapon for making money. Stop thinking about odd jobs all day and find some real work to do."
Seraphina Quinn took the card.
It was for a famous film and television company in Aurelium—Sunrise Media.
'Is Damian Fairchild telling me to... become a star? Does he want to be my backer?'
