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    Continuously checking her phone, Hadley urged Eric, “Could you speed up a bit?”


    Tardiness at the studio meant not only a cut in pay but also missing out on her attendance bonus.


    “Got it.”


    Eric elerated, though the traffic was thickening by the minute. He looked over at Hadley, concern evident in his voice. “Did you skip breakfast in your rush?”


    “I did.” Hadley nodded, not in the mood to think about that now.


    Without hesitation, Eric grabbed his phone and made a quick call.


    “Hey, it’s me. Swing by Grandma’s Kitchen, grab a batch of their donuts, and take them to Lightning Dance Studio—fast!”


    Hadley caught every word. Was he arranging this for her?


    After hanging up, Eric assured her with a nod. “Hold on, you’ll have something to munch on shortly. Donuts from Grandma’s Kitchen—your favorites, right?”


    Indeed, they were.


    But how had he remembered?


    Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of emotions, Hadley responded with a raspy, “Yes, that’s correct.” The remainder of the drive was quiet.


    Arriving at the studio, Hadley quickly expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thanks so much!”


    She exited the car swiftly.


    “Hadley!” Eric called out. “Hold on, the donuts will be here any second!”


    “I’m not waiting!”


    Rejecting his plea, Hadley responded quickly, “I have to check in now! Appreciate the gesture though!”


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    With a quick wave, she dashed into the building without looking back.


    “What’s the point of only your gratitude?” Eric sighed, speaking to himself. “Skipping breakfast isn’t good for you.” He was genuinely concerned for her health.


    Securing donuts from Grandma’s Kitchen had proven difficult, and he ended up waiting over ten minutes for their arrival.


    “Mr. Flynn!”


    “Right here!”


    Receiving the bag, Eric instructed, “Please inform Phillips I’ll be dyed by about forty minutes. He should handle things till I get there.”


    “Understood, Mr. Flynn.”


    With the bag in hand, Eric proceeded towards the studio.


    Luckily, his role as an executive meant he had no set schedule, unlike Hadley.


    Once inside, Hadley had managed to clock in just in the nick of time, barely two seconds before beingte.


    She now took her time changing in the locker room.


    As it was a weekday, there were no morning sses scheduled for the trainees, affording some free time.


    “Hadley.” The call came from the entrance of the locker room. “You have a visitor at the east side door.”


    “Thanks!”


    Grateful for the heads-up, Hadley grew curious about who awaited her.


    The east side door was typically used by staff and rarely known to visitors. Was it someone familiar who waited there? She secured her locker and proceeded to the east side door.


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