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    “Alright, Mr. Lewis.”


    Exiting Lennon’s office, Hadley headed towards the dressing room. Along the way, a young man approached her in the staff hallway, leading her to assume he worked there.


    With her veil already removed, she gave him a polite nod and a small smile. “You…”


    The young man halted, his eyes fixed on Hadley as he swallowed nervously. “Are you Miss S?”


    Hadley, taken aback, questioned, “You don’t work at Gnt?”


    “It’s me. Don’t you remember?” Denver identified himself, pointing at his chest to jog her memory. “Last time, you dropped your key pouch. I was the one who found it and gave it back to you. Do you remember now?”


    Recognition dawned on Hadley. “Oh… Yes, that was you.”


    While her memory wasn’t perfect, she remembered recent events clearly.


    “Why are you here in the staff area?”


    Denver looked a little uneasy as he scratched the back of his head. “I’m not too familiar with this area. I was actually looking for the restroom.”


    “Right.”


    Hadley gave him directions. “Exit through that door, go straight, make a left, and then a right. You’ll find the restroom there.”


    “Thanks.” Denver paused, seeming reluctant to leave.


    “Wait a second,” Hadley called out to him as he started to walk away.


    Denver turned quickly, his face lighting up with a smile. “Yes?”


    A smile crept onto Hadley’s face as well. “Please keep this encounter to yourself. It’s part of our manager’s promotional tactics that no one sees my face for now, okay?”


    “Understood,” Denver replied, nodding with enthusiasm. “Your secret’s safe with me.”


    They shared a moment ofplicity.


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    “I need to head out now. Bye.”


    “Bye.” Hadley smiled warmly once more.


    Denver’s smile remained etched in his memory, aforting afterimage that persisted even after she had left.


    As Denver departed, Eric entered the backstage area.


    He approached Lennon directly. “I need to see S.”


    Having witnessed her performance twice, Eric felt a persistent, unsettling familiarity. He was intent on discovering the source.


    Lennon’s heart raced with mixed emotions, knowing Hadley was the golden ticket. Even someone like Eric Flynn couldn’t resist her allure. With feigned regret, Lennon responded, “Mr. Flynn, I’m sorry, but she’s already finished for the day and has left.”


    “She was already gone?”


    Eric was skeptical. “You expect me to believe that?”


    He saw through what he believed was a tactic to maintain her mystique and boost attendance.


    “I need to see her right now!”


    Eric then made his way towards the dressing rooms.


    Lennon grew anxious. “Mr. Flynn, please, I’m telling the truth…”


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