Izzy
I step into the room, and my heart stutters. s**t. Hailey said a customer. But this… this isn’t a customer, he owns this place. Zade sits in the chair, his eyes already fixed on me, waiting in that intense, silent way of his.
All those eyes out there, all those men watching me on stage, that felt easy compared to this. Here, alone, under Zade’s gaze, I feel stripped down in a way I hadn’t expected. Taking a shaky step forward, I feel his eyes trace my every movement, as though he’s dissecting every inch of me.
Is this part of the test? Does he decide if I get the job? His gaze doesn’t soften or give anything away, just holds steady, unblinking. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to find my calm. He doesn’t know it’s me, I remind myself. The wig, the mask, they protect me. He’ll n
