Jerome turned and said, "Come on in."

Lizetta watched his retreating back, pursed her lips, and reluctantly followed him inside.

"Have a seat," Jerome gestured towards the sofa in the sitting area.

Lizetta walked over and sat down, noticing Jerome moving to his desk to pick up the phone.

He instructed his secretary, "Bring in a glass of warm milk, please."

Lizetta was startled and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No need, I'm just here to say a few words."

She feared that once she spoke up, the milk might end up being thrown in her face.

"Didn't you just finish rehearsal? Have some to replenish your energy. I wouldn't want anyone accusing me of mistreating a pregnant woman."

Indeed, Lizetta had just finished rehearsal and hadn't even had a chance to drink water.

Given Jerome's words, she didn't protest further; instead, she thanked him, and waited for the secretary to bring in the milk.

milk and practically downed it in

looked at Jerome, who was sitting

"Mr. Madden."

his gaze, Lizetta felt an added

use milk to summon courage. Here, you've got some on

handing Lizetta a napkin and pointing to the

a bit embarrassed, Lizetta quickly took the napkin and wiped her mouth, before she crumpled it in her

"Is it what you want to discuss that's stressing you out, or is

let out a

might not be able to stay with the dance company anymore. The company needs to find someone to replace me quickly. I'm really sorry for causing

to

dancers for this performance and had invested heavily in

success.

had given her this opportunity when she joined, and now she was talking about leaving just

to be furious, but he remained calm, even lacking any sign of condemnation in

because the

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