-TAMARO-
After the BBMAs, things settled into something close to normal. The jealousy that had flared in Akiro smoothed itself into sweet reassurance. We moved as one again—in interviews, in shows, behind the camera. But one thing remained constant: Mr. Chan's attentiveness. Every time we achieved something—a chart milestone, a fan event—he never failed to send a gift. Luxurious, always branded. Always appearing without delay. It was starting to feel less generous, more deliberate.
Today, we were at the company. The production team had called us in for a meeting, and now we were gathered in the usual room, seated around the long table that had witnessed countless plans and quiet worries.
Everyone was present. The air hummed lightly as the production leader stood and addressed us.
"Ever
