Sylvia couldn't help it-she burst out laughing.

Lester saw her laugh, and with a grin, handed her the carton of milk he'd just stuck a straw in. He was laughing too now, the mood infectious.

Meanwhile, outside the door-

Rupert had been standing there for a while, glancing sideways at Orson.

Orson stood rigid and serious, murmuring under his breath, "He had it coming." Rupert said nothing, eyes fixed on the door, staring at Sylvia through the glass. But Sylvia's gaze was on Lester, her bright eyes reflecting his image in them. She'd really let Lester into her heart.

She hadn't immediately said yes to Lester's confession, but she hadn't turned him down, either. She didn't even pull her hand away when he kissed it.

So this is what it feels like to be on the outside, Rupert realized. She was right there-so close-but the bitterness of it made it hard to breathe, just this once. And yet, he'd made her feel this way over and over, disappointment after disappointment.

Why would she choose him, anyway?

Orson stepped in closer, reminding him, "Mr. Rupert, aren't you going in to clear things up?"

"Let's go."

Rupert's tone was calm, but his fists were clenched so tight the veins stood out, as if he was barely holding something back.

...

A week later.

studio when she got a call from


was no

just there to answer some

died had been labeled the mastermind threatening Naomi. Sylvia knew the truth wasn't that simple, but she didn't have enough evidence to

understood what Edwin had meant by "tie up loose ends" and

out

the receptionist walked in carrying a

day in a row! Someone's got themselves a

"Thanks."

just smiled, taking the flowers and glancing at the card

initials, her lips curved into a tiny

coworker piped up, curiosity drawing

gossip spread, so she only laughed and waved them off.

you're being


grinned, saying nothing

new

aren't you treating us? I heard

cant be that stingy, can

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