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He shrugs.
“It’s Broadway. Competition gets ugly.”
Fair point.
Kai snorts.
“Really? Wow.”
Ego and Jack begin reviewing footage.
Frame by frame.
Kai starts pulling maintenance records.
Noel coordinates.
And like a lovesick puppy, I—I keep looking toward the doorway.
Toward Amanda’s room.
Because I need to see her.
Need to know she's there.
Need to know she's breathing.
Nobody says a word about it.
Not Noel.
Not the team.
Not Pax or Madoc.
Not even Jack.
Why? Because they understand.
“So, she your woman?” Chance suddenly asks.
I look up.
“No.”
The producer blinks.
Then I correct myself.
“Not just my woman. She's gonna be my wife.”
The words leave my mouth automatically.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Oliver Pax grunts.
