(Asher’s POV)
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting my designer black leather jacket. Just as I reached for my watch, my phone buzzed on the dresser.
Picking it up, I saw my manager’s name flashing on the screen. A small smile tugged at my lips…my manager was the only person I trusted in the cutthroat world of entertainment.
“Speak” I said smoothly, placing the phone on speaker as I continued wearing my branded watch.
“Asher, I’ve arrived at the venue,” My manager’s voice came through, calm but professional.
“The final security checks have been completed, and everything is in place. No unauthorized personnel will be near you, and the press has been confined to their designated area”.
“Good,” I replied, my tone devoid of emotion. I was used to such meticulous arrange
