The middle aged man turned to the rest of the production team who had gathered near the door, now buzzing with excitement.
"Prepare everything! Set up extra security, rework the schedule, I don't care—make it happen!" the man barked. "This show is going to break every damn chart!"
The woman smiled, but a small shadow of concern flickered behind her eyes.
Ross Oakley wanted nothing—not fame, not fortune. Just control.
And that alone made him far more unpredictable than anyone they'd ever worked with before.
***
A week after the initial agreement, the production team was buzzing with excitement, preparing for what they thought would be a standard celebrity onboarding.
Then the message from Ross Oakley arrived—cold, concise, and entirely unexpected.
It was only a few lines, but the impact was nuclear.
He had accepted their terms.
But with one massive twist.
No cameras during his arrival. No media announcement. No press release.
