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    Breathing heavily from his quick pace, the assistant director eximed, “I’m d I caught you in time!”


    “What can I do for you?” Hadley asked.


    “Absolutely,” he replied between breaths, smiling at her.


    “Your dance performance caught my eye—it was exceptional.”


    “Thank you, sir. That’s very generous of you,” Hadley responded, appreciating thepliment.


    “Here’s what I’m thinking,” the assistant director said, taking out his phone. “Why don’t we add each other on WhatsApp? Our team often needs dance doubles, and you have the right look and skills. I’ll keep you in mind for any opportunities.”


    Hadley was taken aback by the offer. The idea of being a dance double had never crossed her mind.


    Noticing Hadley’s hesitation, he continued, “Dance doubles earn significantly more than what you did today. Does that sound good to you? Are you interested?”


    The prospect of better earnings quickly convinced Hadley.


    “Thank you so much.”


    She took out her phone. “Just a heads up, I have night shifts, so my avability is during the day.”


    “That’s fine,” the assistant director assured her, syncing their WhatsApp details.


    “Whenever something suitablees up, I’ll reach out. If it works with your schedule, you cane aboard.”


    “Perfect! Thanks a lot!”


    Unexpectedly, Hadley found herself with a resolved part-time job situation. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Srixby was treating her well.


    Srixby was where Hadley’s roots were deep; born and raised, she was determined to remain. No one was going to make her abandon her home again, as they had in the past.


    With the $400 she had just made, Hadley decided to indulge in a dinner treat for herself—an omelet with crispy bacon.


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    cing her meal on the table, anticipation made her mouth water. However, just as she was about to enjoy her first bite, her phone vibrated.


    Checking the disy, she saw it was Eric. Hadley suppressed the urge to sigh heavily.


    “Hello? What now? Are we ready to finalize the divorce?”


    “Do you only ever think about that?” Eric retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. “Hadley, it’s not just your manners that arecking—you’re truly ungrateful.”


    Hadley was taken aback. What was prompting this reaction?


    “Tomorrow!” Eric’s voice rose sharply, his irritation clear. “Grandma’s surgery is tomorrow!”


    Hadley quickly understood, though she remained unfazed by his tone.


    “Oh, it’s tomorrow? Understood, I’ll be there early. But don’t call me ungrateful—you never mentioned Grandma’s surgery was tomorrow until now.”


    “Hadley!” Eric’s frustration was evident.


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