CHAPTER 21
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The ride back to the St. Regis is quiet, with Elsie and I both wondering what exactly we're getting ourselves into, and which direction it will take us. But as soon as we walk into my room, all of those questions disappear, and I know the answers for which I've been searching are just there, in front of me.
In my bed.
Kicking off my boots and setting my phone next to hers on the side table, I turn to Elsie. She sits on the armchair, folding and unfolding a piece of paper in her hands.
I pause and watch her, my heart pounding in my ears. "What's that?"
She looks up at me, catching me staring. "Oh, this?" She holds it up, a smile pulling at her lips. "It's the address of an American Superstar producer I'm meeting tomorrow. Ms. Dorne has a connection at the show and I h
