The bright spotlight glared down on the two of them, making the airconditioned room hotter than necessary. Even the staff members who were scattered behind the stage were seen fanning themselves hopelessly with their hands, failing to slow down the increasing amount of beads of sweat rolling down their brows. And just behind those big-lensed cameras, moreover, were the director and producer exchanging whispered comments from each other as the film continued rolling while their personal assistants furiously fanned their bosses.
On the other hand, the interviewee gave the lady a small smile that could be so easily mistaken as an act of humility. The lady had no inkling idea that the man had a lot of thoughts going on in his mind in which he didn't intend on sharing because it would ruin his image. He was smirking to himself but mentally fought so hard to keep a straight, innocent face that wouldn't show his ill intentions. It was tough job really, for a wicked man like him.