Envy was still in Los Angeles.

After several annoying postponements, she'd finally met Winifred Hailey earlier today. Over brunch, because apparently it was the LA way. And unlike what the producer had claimed - enthusiastically, and several times over - it didn't seem like Ms. Hailey was a fan of Envy's. In fact, it didn't seem like she was aware of Envy and her career at all. And she wasn't very gracious about it, either, judging by how she played her ignorance off by explaining she was hugely into, like, Latvian folk metal right now, with her tone suggesting that was something Envy should've been impressed by since it was so very unique of her. Or something.

It was exhausting.

The director, who Envy had met up with on Friday, did actually seem to be a fan, though. And gong back to the Demonhead days, no less. So... Win some, lose some, eh? And Envy's LA days were far from over. Several important people had caught wind that she was in town (some by her team's careful manipulation of events, some on their own through the grapevine) and so she had more meetings on various things set up all along next week, too. Guess Brazil would just have to wait.

Getting back to her hotel room, she got the room service menu and placed an order for pretty much the most expensive things on there. Someone else was paying for all this. Might as well make the most of it.

[ooc: NFB but open, you know the drill.]