Silas's POV
I was so happy that Director Wang liked my acting—everyone else did too. But when Director Wang glanced at Ciel's chair and I saw that name, my heart started racing.
Just then, the door slammed open, drawing everyone's attention.
"Sorry, everybody, I'm late," Ciel said, panting. He was wearing fancy clothes, and his face was covered in makeup, but I still didn't like him. His brown hair, his entire presence—everything about him disgusted me.
"Don't you know the correct time? Why are you late even for a meeting? Don't tell me you don't value time at all."
"No, sir! It's not like that. I value time the most," Ciel replied, his voice smooth like honey. Man, he was talented. This was exactly how he used to talk with Dad and Zarek—and now here too.