"And yet she still delivered a better audition," Myron replied, not unkindly. "She's natural. Magnetic. You should have seen her when she delivered her lines—she's talented."
"She's more experienced, more refined. Honestly, it was a unanimous decision," Myron said again. "And we're not changing it."
The phone call was hung up before Blake could say anything else again.
He gnashed his teeth. There was only one person who could help Kaira, and that was Hailey herself. He dialed her number, hoping she hadn't blocked him.
When she picked up the call, he said, "We need to talk."
Hailey arrived at the restaurant, her heels echoing sharply across the marble floor with every confident step. Heads turned. Not because she was trying to make an entrance, but because she was the entrance.
