Jasmine's POV
I declined lunch with the rest of the cast, mumbling something about needing to sort out paperwork. Vera looked disappointed, but she didn't push. Small mercies.
Instead, I found myself walking toward Dominic's office, rehearsing apologies in my head that all sounded inadequate. The elevator ride felt too short. My palms were sweating by the time I reached his floor.
Ellis wasn't at his desk. I raised my hand to knock just as the door swung open.
Dominic froze mid-step, clearly not expecting to find me there.
"Jasmine."
"I need to talk to you." The words tumbled out before I lost my nerve. "Please."
He studied my face for a long moment, something unreadable flickering across his features. Then he stepped back, gesturing me inside.
I walked past him into the familiar
