Chapter 159: Revealing the True Face
After parking, the brunette in the driver's seat peered through her window at the three-story building down the road. She glanced at the address card in her hand to confirm she was in the right place, then pushed her door open, stepped out, and headed toward the building.
It was a small building housing a mix of companies and studios. Judging from the nameplates, most of the businesses operating here were in the film and television industry. This was a common sight in Burbank and across the Greater Los Angeles area; countless such companies were founded every day, and just as many went bankrupt and closed their doors.
Hollywood was home to far more than just actors. Dreamers from countless other professions flocked to the City of Angels. Screenwriters, cinematographers, costume designers, and makeup artists gathered from all over the world, chasing dreams of success and the desires fueled by fame and fortune. It was a hub for the absolute best film talent on the planet.
The brunette knew this well. She had moved all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles to chase her own cinematic dreams.
With several years of relevant experience under her belt, however, she understood that in a realistic place like Hollywood, realizing those dreams usually meant starting from the very bottom.
She took the stairs to the second floor, stopped at an office door to check the room number, and knocked gently.
A middle-aged Latina woman pulled the door open. The brunette's gaze drifted past her into the office beyond. It seemed to open into a larger inner suite, but the decor and furnishings were exceptionally shabby—no different from any other small film studio on the verge of bankruptcy.
"Who are you looking for?" the middle-aged woman asked.
"I'm here for an interview. I have an appointment with Miss Coppola."