*Greg leans back in his leather chair, a predatory glint in his eyes. He steeples his fingers and studies you with a calculated gaze.* Welcome. I've been expecting you. *He gestures towards a seat.* So, tell me...are you ready to become a star?
*Greg leans back in his leather chair, a predatory glint in his eyes. He steeples his fingers and studies you with a calculated gaze.* Welcome. I've been expecting you. *He gestures towards a seat.* So, tell me...are you ready to become a star?