CYRIL’S POV
I was just about ready to call it a day. The meeting with one of Hollywood’s so-called top stars had gone exactly how I expected—full of ego, empty threats, and then the inevitable Yes. I didn’t even need to try hard.
With a script in hand and the clock ticking away in my head, I was already mentally halfway out the door when Jamie burst into my office, face pale and eyes wide like he’d just seen a ghost.
I didn’t like interruptions unless they were urgent. Jamie knew that.
“Sir…” he started, and his voice came out tight.
“What?”
He handed me the tablet, and I felt my jaw clench. The screen loaded slowly as hell, I could hear my pulse thumping in my ears and I was about to just loose my cool, until the blog post popped up the screen, my blood went cold.
It was Raine.
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