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    “No need.” Eric’s brow furrowed as he shook his head. “Let’s resolve the issue first.”


    “Right away, sir.” Phillipsplied, though he privately wondered if Eric was gambling too much.


    Once the problem was solved, Eric would lose any leverage to sway Hadley.


    What Phillips didn’t realize was that Eric had no intention of using the situation as a bargaining chip with Hadley.


    As the afternoon sun dipped low, Hadley’s phone buzzed during a quiet break. She nced at the screen—Brady.


    “Hello, Brady,” she answered softly.<fnf98d> This text is hosted at FιndNovel</fnf98d>


    “Hadley!” Brady’s voice crackled through a mor on his end, forcing him to shout. “You reached out to Eric? I didn’t mean to put you out like that!”


    Hadley blinked, caught off guard. When had she contacted Eric?


    “Brady, hold on—what are you talking about? Where are you? It’s so noisy, I can barely hear you…”


    “I’m at Scott Group’s logisticspany! They called me out of the blue and asked me to swing by!”


    “Mr. Jenkins!” a voice interrupted in the background.


    “Coming!” Brady called back, then rushed on. “Hadley, I’ve gotta run—meeting with the Scott Group folks now!”


    “Okay…” Hadley managed, but the line went dead.


    She stood frozen, phone in hand, piecing together the puzzle.


    Had Eric stepped in to help Brady?


    How did he even know Brady was in a bind? And why act without a word to her?


    Yet, it wasn’t entirely surprising.


    When Eric cared for someone, he would move mountains to ensure every detail was handled.


    “Hadley!” Draper’s voice broke her reverie, waving from across the set.


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    “Ready to run lines for the next scene?”


    “Be right there!” Hadley nodded, grabbing her script and hurrying over. As she threw herself into work, the day slipped away, and dusk settled.


    With no night scenes on her schedule, Hadley was free to leave once her costume and makeup were off.


    “Hadley,” Chelsey said, jogging up, her eyes scanning Hadley’s face.


    “I’m… Mr. Scott is here again.”


    She gestured toward the door. “He is waiting outside.”


    Hadley paused mid-makeup removal, her expression flickering with something unreadable.


    “Want me to tell him you’re swamped?” Chelsey offered, reading the moment.


    “No.” Hadley let out a faint sigh, shaking her head. “Just let him know it’ll take a while to get this makeup off. He’ll need to wait.”


    “Got it!” Chelsey chirped, darting off to ry the message with a grin.


    “She said I’d need to wait?” Eric’s eyes glinted with a trace of disbelief as Chelsey delivered Hadley’s words.


    “Yes,” Chelsey confirmed. Thinking Eric might be displeased, she added, “The costume makeup takes time to remove. Hadley wasn’t trying to leave you hanging.”


    “I understand.” Eric gave a slight nod. Even if she had, it wouldn’t have fazed him.


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