CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: TALENT MANAGER
ZOEY
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“Oh. My. God.”
I caught the lips of one of the women in the lobby mouthing the words. Her eyes went wide like she’d just spotted a celebrity, or maybe a UFO, while I strutted into the production house, handbag neatly clutched in my hand.
I didn’t spare her or anyone else a glance. Even Kelsey, who was mid-conversation with another woman, froze. She blinked once… twice… as though she needed to confirm I wasn’t a hallucination.
Well, choke on that, sweetheart.
Still ignoring them, I headed to my workspace. The reaction there was copy-paste from the lobby. Wide eyes, dropped jaws, and a few not-so-subtle whispers.
That was when I spotted Chuck in the middle of the room, mid-discussion with one of my colleagues.
He froze too, looking at
