Caden
As I leaned back in my chair, phone pressed to my ear, Miss Yaw’s sharp voice filled the room with a tone that could cut through glass.
"Caden, you’re trending," she said, her words clipped and direct as always. "Fans spotted you at an Italian bistro, and get this—they’ve already found pictures of you with some young lady. You know how they are. Always on the lookout for any hint of scandal."
I could almost see her now, pacing around her New York office, her signature black bob swaying with each step. Miss Yaw was always meticulous, never one to let a detail slip past her. A Chinese-American powerhouse of a manager, she’d built my career from the ground up, making sure every move I made was calculated, every decision premeditated.
Despite her professionalism, her personal life
