Bianca Sterling POV
I stood in front of the vanity in my dressing room and stared at my reflection while I applied a fresh coat of red lipstick, but my mind wasn't on my makeup because I couldn't stop thinking about the way Alex had disappeared into the breakroom to comfort that pathetic girl.
I had seen them through the glass for a split second before the door fully closed, and the look on Alex’s face wasn't one of professional concern or even the usual cold annoyance he showed her, but it was something much softer that made my blood boil with a jealousy I hadn't felt in years.
I knew that if I didn't act fast, Krystal was going to crawl her way back into his heart using those fake tears and her "working-class" tragedy act, so I picked up my phone and dialed the number for a man name
