Twenty-four hours later, Noah stood in BBC's most prestigious conference room, fountain pen in hand. The contract lay spread across polished mahogany—ten pages of legal text that would net him £10 million for five minutes of his time.
Margaret Thornfield watched with barely concealed awe as he signed the contract that he had already checked. Behind her, a dozen BBC executives tried to maintain professional composure, but Noah's enhanced charm made that nearly impossible.
"Mr. Thompson," Margaret said, her voice carrying a slight tremor, "this is the largest single interview fee in BBC history."
"Then let's make sure it's worth every penny," Noah replied, his smile triggering an involuntary flutter in her chest.
The production crew filing into the room was a mix of BBC's finest—veteran camera operators, sound engineers, lighting specialists. But as Noah's presence filled the space, their professional focus wavered.
