Track 13: Tu Me Manques
F
i woke up disoriented the next day, cursing when she stubbed her big toe against the foot of the bedside table. For the first time in years, she’d actually overslept.
She grumbled all the way to the bathroom, checking her phone for messages. She was willing to bet the 15 missed calls and 23 unread messages were from Yihwan alone.
Her eyes felt like they were burning, but they looked even worse. This is what you get for crying all night, Fi, she told herself, pausing to let the truth—her truth—sink in.
That she wasn’t EG Project’s road manager any longer was a hard pill to swallow, but completely losing her job wasn’t something she anticipated. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Amethyst Entertainment terminated her contract on the grounds of “unprofessionalism,
