Alistair sat in his manager’s office, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of the chair. He had rehearsed this conversation a dozen times in his head, but now that he was actually here, sitting across from Mark Reynolds, the reality of it settled over him like a heavy weight.
Mark, a seasoned professional in the entertainment industry, leaned back in his chair, watching Alistair with a knowing smirk. “You look like you’re about to confess a crime,” he joked, folding his arms. “What’s on your mind, Ali?”
Alistair exhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts. “I wanted to talk to you about something important. It’s about Riley.”
Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Riley? As in the Riley you’ve been spending a lot of time with lately?”
Alistair nodded. “Yeah. We’re…official no
