Josh
I close the studio door behind me and exhale, tugging a hand through my hair.
God, Hailey was brilliant back there. Fierce. Unapologetic. Watching her go toe-to-toe with Marcus was like watching a storm roll in. Impossible to ignore and absolutely magnetic.
I drop into the worn chair in the corner of the break room, prop my phone on the table, and tap to open the video call. Rebecca's face appears within seconds.
"You look like you've got a bee in your bonnet," she chirps instead of saying hello, inching closer to her webcam like a detective in a noir film. "Did something bonkers happen?"
"Riley happened," I grumble, giving my jaw a frustrated rub like it's a magic lamp about to grant me patience.
Rebecca's eyebrows knit together in a tapestry of confusion. "Riley?"
"My ex-girlfriend Riley, Becky. You know, the one who's all 'I can't have a boyfriend because my fans need to believe they have a shot.' That Riley."
