CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“DUNCAN. WHAT ARE YOU doing here?”
He c****d his head. “Why wouldn’t I be here, Fabiana? I work here.”
“Okay. Here’s a question you might like better. Why are you pointing a gun at me?” She spoke loudly in the hopes that someone would hear her and come to the rescue.
Duncan chuckled. His eyes looked a little mad—like he’d turned the final bend and wasn’t coming back. “I’m really sick of you Fabiana, you know that?”
Her gaze swept the room. Surely there was something she could use against him. The klieg lights were promising. But first she had to avoid getting shot. “Why Duncan? What have I done to you?”
Duncan dropped his butt onto the tall stool they would have used to do her makeup. “You’ve always been Bradley’s favorite. He didn’t want Casio on board, did you kn
