"….This is not good."
Tommy stared at the script in front of him. It was filled with creases and some of the ink on it was starting to fade.
This was his life's work.
His masterpiece. He wanted Olga to view it, but with just a glimpse she dismissed him.
He tried again, but the result was the same. As a result, no actor wanted to work with him.
Olga's name carried a large weight within the industry now. Her every action was carefully scrutinized by everyone.
If she didn't like something, then most actors would also stay away from it, afraid that they would offend the best script writer currently within the Empire.
Who wouldn't want to work under her?
As long as they participated in her plays, then they were almost guaranteed a smooth life in this harsh industry.
....It was the harsh reality of the situation.
"Haa."
Tommy sighed.