Chapter 8：Mr. Hille (2/2)

”From what I've read so far, he's honestly a great choice for Jett's first celeb. He'll prove to be a great enough challenge for a first-time manager. Honestly, he's so dang lucky to be guiding someone with already this much potential. Lucky bastard.” My lips morph into a smirk. I shake my head and bury half of the face into one of my palms at an angle.

Of course, it's not like I want to see him fail or to have an awful time, but he won't have to go through what most managers with absolutely no backing do. While it may be a setback, you do learn some crucial things out of being patient and resourceful.

You also get to exercise and wrack your brain for ideas you'd never have been able to think of otherwise if there wasn't any urgency.

In any case, there are still a lot of positives. One of them is that he can shift his attention from the person he's handling and focus on learning the process with less stress.

Luck, after all, is a significant part of everything in this world. Regardless of whatever type of career, power, or social standing, one has no one should ever look down on luck or use it to devalue someone else.

Thankfully, he has nothing to worry about Ren at this point. Otherwise, it would have been too much of a distraction for someone just starting.

He can take his time and dedicate himself more to organizing, networking, polishing, promoting, and showcasing Ren as a package - an end product. I'll have to focus on that when I start tomorrow then.

With the rest of the evening, I end up preparing all the materials for our first day tomorrow. Some will be in digital form, and others will have to be printed out at the office tomorrow.

I arrive at the Intoxis Entertainment headquarters 30 minutes ahead of schedule.

I use the time I have to print out the handouts I prepared last night.

As a manager with seniority, I have my own private office.

Since newbie managers don't have their own offices, I left a sticky note at Jett's cubicle, letting him know to come to my office as it'd be much easier to talk here.

Time went by quickly, and before I knew it, someone knocks on the door.

After I answer loudly, telling them to come in, the door slowly swings open, and a certain person's head pokes through the opening. Jett enters with some folders and a laptop nestling in his arm.