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Despite this, Eric couldn’t quite dispel the irritation that lingered. “After all these years abroad, you’ve learned nothing about courtesy. Can’t you even give a simple heads-up before leaving someone’s home? What happened to your manners?”
Hadley clutched her phone tighter and sighed, shaking her head. Eric’s temperament was as terrible as ever, and his disdain for defiance remained strong. There was a time when his mood swings affected her deeply, but those days were long gone.
“You’re right. I was impolite,” Hadley replied, ready to wrap up the conversation. “Is there anything else? Because if not, I’m going to hang up.”
With a quick tap, Hadley ended the call.
She set her phone aside and turned over, ready to fall back to sleep.
“Hadley!” Eric’s voice echoed loudly through the room, his surprise and anger evident.
She just hung up on him? That took nerve. Eric seethed with frustration. Well, if she was so eager to be gone, so be it.
Regardless of Eric’s feelings, Hadley remained indifferent. With a new job secured, a fresh living arrangement, and a singr goal to earn money, she was focused.
Hadley immediately set about securing additional part-time work. Her n was to teach dance, as dancing was her only real skill.
However, her hopes were dampened after visiting two studios; their schedules didn’t align with hers. Each studio required instructors for evening sses, but her evenings were alreadymitted. The sry at Gnt was too substantial to consider leaving.
Consequently, Hadley abandoned the idea of teaching dance. Following a morning filled with frustrations, Hadley found herself sitting in a park, unwrapping a peanut butter sandwich. The bread was now a bit gooey, yet she consumed it regardless.
Amotion nearby captured her attention. A film crew appeared to be in the midst of a crisis, pausing their shoot. Visibly upset, the director eximed, “Are we really considering canceling today’s shoot because we’re short one dancer? We have multiple scenes scheduled for this morning!” The assistant director bore the brunt of the director’s frustration.
“We’re only missing one dancer. Perhaps we could still proceed with the remaining ones? It might work out.”
“Really?” the director shouted, gesturing angrily. “Is this your standard of professionalism? Are you joking with me, or are you underestimating our audience? Find a suitable recement immediately. You have half an hour!”
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“Understood!” The assistant director, clearly overwhelmed, turned aside, muttering under his breath, “That dancer canceledst minute. How is this my responsibility? Where am I supposed to find someone on such short notice?”
Just then, the assistant director noticed a woman observing the scene. He dismissively gestured at her. “Can I help you? If you’re here to watch, please move along.”
The woman was none other than Hadley.
After a brief pause, Hadley gathered her courage. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.”
The assistant director looked at Hadley skeptically. “And?”
Pointing to herself, Hadley confidently responded, “I’m a dancer. I hold a degree in modern dance from the Chauncey Academy of Art. Perhaps I could be of help? I believe I can step in for your missing dancer.”
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