The caterers arrived with dinner, so they moved into the lounge area, and Aaron discussed with Vice and Victor the album they were working on, advertising, promotion, and its release date.
“No touring?” Mirage was surprised.
“We prefer not to tour,” Vice explained. “We prefer to create, and touring is repeat, repeat, repeat.”
“I suspect I will not be representing Vice and Victor for long,” Aaron commented. “At least not as a duo.”
“Sorry,” Vice shrugged, unrepentant. “But we will recommend you to all our artists.”
Victor’s phone rang and he checked the screen, excusing himself when he saw it was Raven, taking the call down to the bedroom he had not been spending much time in recently, as he had been sleeping in Mirage’s bed. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Raven paused. “All clear?”
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