David looked a little disappointed, but he genuinely appreciated Natasha's abilities.
Her voice was very malleable. While she might have lacked emotion in certain scenes, she could still deliver an impressive performance under proper guidance.
After clocking out of work, Natasha began to think about her options.
Her current job was stable, and the income was enough to cover her expenses, but she hardly had any money left for savings.
Seeing that she had plenty of time after work, she figured she should also pick up a side hustle.
She already had some plans in mind, but starting it right away felt a little too reckless for her.
"You're the resident of 8-303, right? Here's your mail."
The security guard at Natasha's apartment complex had seen her enough times to be able to recognize her despite her wearing a mask.
"Do you know who left this for me?"
Natasha glanced at the letter and saw that it only had her address written on it.
"It was from a man in a suit. I can't really recall any other details. I'm getting old, you see. My memory's not what it used to be."
The security guard took off his hat and scratched the back of his head, revealing what was left of his almost balding head.
"It's alright. Thank you."
Natasha couldn't figure out who the sender might be, so she eagerly returned home to open the letter.
A bright red invitation card fell out of the letter. Natasha immediately assumed that it was a distasteful prank from Matthew.
She was about to toss the card into the trash when she noticed that Steven's signature was on it.
The invitation was actually for Hayden's birthday banquet. Natasha didn't really want to attend it, but she had no other choice as Steven himself had invited her.
Just the thought of seeing a certain duo at the banquet gave her a headache.
"Forget it. I'm only attending for the sake of Mr. Foster Senior."
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