The room fell silent, all eyes on Allie.
Cher’s smile was razor-sharp. “Allie and Mr. Hart... well, they have a special connection.”
Her words hung in the air like a trap. Whispers started, suspicion spreading like wildfire.
Kane raised an eyebrow. “Allie, you know Liam Hart?”
Allie hesitated, then steadied her voice. “I interned at Hart Industries over the winter. I’ve met him, but I doubt he remembers me. He’s a busy man, and I’m just another intern.”
Kane seemed to accept her answer, but Cher wasn’t done.
“If we’re aiming for an exclusive, why not use that connection? No harm in trying,” Cher said sweetly, though her eyes
gleamed with malice.
The club president, Kane, considered it. “Alright. Cher and Allie, you’re on the first interview. If you pull this off, it’ll be legendar
