Damian strode forward, his long legs carrying him down the corridor in his tailored trousers. Elodie fell into step beside him.
She stole a careful glance at his face. He didn't seem overly annoyed by her ambush. She let out a quiet breath of relief.
She edged into the topic with caution. "So about the female lead... what did Ms. Valez say?"
"She'll take the role." He was always efficient. No dragging things out. He kept walking as he spoke. "But there's a condition."
Elodie nodded. "Alright. Name it."
"Waverly Holdings will invest in this drama."
Elodie stopped in her tracks. Her face tightened. "That won't work."
Damian registered the abrupt halt of her footsteps.
He leaned his tall frame against the wall. Unhurried, he pulled out his cigarette case, tapped one out, and lit it. H
