Emily narrowed her eyes and scanned the floor for any notable directors present. "Time's a-waistin', so let's split up for now. Just text me if you manage to get anything," she commanded Abby.
"Uh, Emily-" Abby said but couldn't finish her sentence. The woman who was standing nearby just a moment ago was no longer in her periphery in the blink of an eye.
Emily headed towards the first director she recognised with a glass of champagne in hand.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. White!" she hollered.
"You are?" the middle-aged man asked as she gaped at the beauty who'd just appeared in front of him.
"Emily Wilson's the name, and I'm an actress. I really loved your movie, Rose, so it's such a pleasure to finally meet you here in person," she said rosily.
She knew that it was an arduous task for any director to decline such a compliment. The man took the bait, smiled at her and began to make conversation with her.