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Linda didn’t react, keeping her expression composed, as if she had seen nothing unusual.
“I managed to get back earlier today,” she said smoothly. “How about a walk in the garden?”
Ernest met her gaze and gave a small nod.
Though he still relied on a wheelchair, his condition had improved enough that he could stand with assistance.
Taking a few steps was no longer an impossible task–and he welcomed the challenge.
“Let’s go.”
Without hesitation, Linda stepped behind him, pushing the wheelchair toward the garden.
Later, under the glow of the evening lights, Ernest practiced standing with his walker, his movements steady
but cautious.
Nearby, a servant approached Linda, keeping their voice low. “Miss Harris, the trash has been cleared.”
Linda barely shifted, her gaze still on Ernest as she responded, “Anything unusual?”
The servant hesitated for a fraction of a second before extending something toward her. “Please have a look at
this.”
Turning slightly, Linda reached out and accepted the object. A small, charred fragment–roughly the size of two
knuckles.
She studied it, her fingers brushing over the burned edges. Her brows furrowed.
The fragment in Linda’s hand was small, but telling. A charred corner of a photograph. Though most of it had been lost to the flames, a faint outline remained–what seemed to be a head. The hairstyle suggested it belonged to a girl.
So this was what Ernest was so desperate to destroy….
But why? And who was she?
She masked her thoughts with a calm nod. “That’s all for now. You may leave.”
“Yes, Miss Harris,” the servant responded before quietly stepping away.
Once alone, Linda carefully tucked the fragment away, her expression unreadable.
The date was set.
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This Friday. Eight o’clock.
A prime–time slot–proof of how much Blanche valued this performance. It wasn’t just another show; it was a
statement.
Hadley felt a rush of emotions–excitement, nerves, and the weight of expectation pressing down on her.
This was her first real stage performance. A defining moment. Failure wasn’t an option.
With tickets going on sale that night, Hadley forced herself to sleep early.
Blanche had already reassured her beforehand.
“Don’t stress over ticket sales,” she had said firmly. “Lightning Studio performances always sell out fast. Just focus on your dancing. If the premiere flops–that’s when we’ll have a problem.”
she checked the ticketing website, the numbers spoke for themselves. Sold
“Wow!”
This is the big stage,” she thought. If she couldn’t make a name for herself here… then she would have no
snapping her out of her thoughts.
from
performance tickets are sold out!”
chest. So
“Thank you.”
incredible. Break a leg,
set his phone
group chat. His fingers hovered for a
VIP box tickets. Who’s
send, and leaned
he had already secured
Hadley’s first performance? Not an
any unsold tickets himself if demand had been
the money, and he was more than willing
how high the
the ticketing site like a hawk. The moment the clock struck midnight, he clicked the link. But so had hundreds of others.
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snag a few VIP box seats. If he had hesitated even a second longer, he might not have gotten any at all.
pulling him
respond. “Hadley’s first
replied, “Yeah.
“I’m in, too.”
“Thanks, Marshall.”
But what about Eric?
in hand, his phone screen glowing. His lips curied
to Barrie’s question.
then! Appreciate
Eric casually set his phone down, his expression as composed as ever- impossible
the employees I reached out to weren’t able to secure tickets. Only a few
Denver wasn’t the only one worried about ticket sales.
for Flynn Group employees to purchase
exactly seasoned ticket buyers. By the time they figured out the process, the
the least bit disappointed. If anything, there was a trace of amusement
eyes.
Phillips a brief, knowing glance before speaking. “No problem. Tell them I appreciate the effort. Anyone who pitched in–count it as overtime. Make sure they’re paid for it.”
gave a small nod. “Understood, Mr. Flynn.”
leave, a thought lingered in his
tickets… or was he just playing a different game
Friday.
theater was alive with
usual composed demeanor. Howeve efore
from backstage
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gaze flicked to the flowers, and then back to Denver. It wasn’t hard to guess who they
“Denver!”
in her performance
“Hey, Hadley!”
tugged at Denver’s lips as he lifted the bouquet slightly. “I hope I’m not interrupting something
let out a small
little nervous right now. You’re just in
nervous, Denver straightened, concern flickering
You’re going to be incredible.”
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