Ruby leaned closer, her voice softer now. "If you get sick, you tell Miranda. If you're confused about anything, you ask her. And if you're upset, you call me. I don't care if it's about laundry, food, or someone being an idiot—you call me."
Karl nodded, though his eyes were already a bit watery. "Okay, wife."
She reached up, adjusting the collar of his robe like she always did at home. "And remember—this is your job now. Be polite, be professional, and make me proud."
Kaelan raised an eyebrow, muttering just loud enough for her to hear, "Sounds like he's going off to military training, not a film set."
Ruby shot him a cool glance. "In this industry, it's not so different."
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