บท 28: TWENTY-EIGHT

I stepped into Ivan's office, he needed to discuss some final details about the promotional campaign for the movie, and we arranged to meet at his office. As I walked into the sleek, modern building, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Ivan and I had shared so much, and he had been a constant source of support during some of the most challenging times in my life.

"Wendy, it's good to see you," Ivan greeted me warmly, his smile genuine as he stood up from behind his desk.

"It's good to see you too, Ivan," I replied, returning his smile as I took a seat across from him.

Ivan's office was immaculate, reflecting his meticulous nature. The walls were adorned with movie posters and accolades, a testament to his success. He handed me a cup of coffee, just the way I liked it, and we dove into the details of the promotional campaign.