CYRIL’S POV
Immediately I ended the call with Raine, Jamie walked in holding his tablet close to his chest like it was a weapon.
“Sir!” He began, and I stared at him, adjusting myself on the chair. A squeaking sound followed, which stopped after I had gotten into a comfortable position.
“The production team is waiting for you in the conference room,” he positioned himself in front of me.
I stood, adjusted my cuffs, and rolled the tension out of my shoulders.
“Let’s get it over with,” I muttered, heading toward the glass double doors.
The conference room was packed with producers, writers, and marketing executives, all clutching papers and overpriced coffees like their lives depended on it. They stood the second I walked in.
I didn’t smile. Didn’t say a word. Just took my seat at the
