Louis Snyder was silent.
Under the strap of the young boy's wristwatch, there was a not-so-obvious scratch, as fine as one made by an accidental slip of a blade, unremarkable.
Louis Snyder withdrew his gaze and stood up to walk toward the room, "I'm not sick."
Brother Davis chased after him, "Louis, it's not about saying you're sick, but seeing a psychologist could…"
Before he could finish, the door had already closed.
Brother Davis could only sigh helplessly.
Louis Snyder was a promising talent; in just a short time at the company, his popularity and online presence had already begun to rival the current "top brother" of the company, and the senior executives all had high hopes for him.
If his trajectory continued at this rate, becoming a movie emperor might not be possible, but at least achieving A-list status was within reach.
But...