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“I originally nned to have you two audition togetherst time, but since you didn’t show up and I ended up having somethinge up as well, I had to cancel it. Now that I’m free again, I figured I’d bring you both in today…”
Lacey sat stiffly on the couch, her chest tightening with a flood of agitation.
Why did Jean have to show up?
<b>Was </b>she too gentlest time?
While Taylor spoke, Jean casually observed Lacey’s expression.
At this <b>point</b>, she’d more or less pieced it all together.
There was a 99% chance Lacey was the one who poisoned her.
And the motive wasughably simple: keep Jean <b>from </b>auditioning for the variety show, so Lacey could swoop in and steal the <b>spot </b>
<b>That </b>look on her face when Jean said she was perfectly fine? That shock wasn’t faked.
<b>Clearly</b>, she never expected Jean to recover so quickly. It threw her whole n <b>into </b>chaos.
Come to think of it, she owed her recovery to Samuel.
If not for him, she might still be stuck <b>in </b>a <b>hospital </b>bed, in agony, with no diagnosis in sight.
Lacey’s heart was even nastier than Jean expected.
No wonder the host eventually <b>took </b>matters into her own hands. Girls like this deserved it.
“Jean, are <b>you </b>ready to start the audition now?” Taylor’s warm voice brought her back to the present.
jean looked over at him and smiled. “Of course<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Lacey <b>stood </b>as well.
This wasn’t going how she’d nned. She thought she’d already secured the gig.
But now Jean was here. And suddenly, the odds felt stacked again.
Still, Lacey wasn’t going down without a fight.
She had plenty of talents. She’d make Taylor see it.
Jean and Lacey stood side by side in the center of the office, leaving space between them.
Both expected they’d be asked to showcase their talents next-
But Taylor turned around and swiveled a monitor toward them instead.
Jean blinked.
It wasn’t a disy screen. It was a video call.
And the person on the screen–<b>Was </b>Easton
He lounged casually in frame, his long, elegant hair falling near his eyes. When he spotted Jean on the other end, his sharp gaze wavered slightly.
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contract–<b>that’s </b>up to Easton. He couldn’t <b>make </b>it in person, so we’re doing the audition over video.”
There really wasn’t any other way.
Taylor’s new show had managed to secure Easton thanks to some serious back–end wrangling by their investors
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Truth be told, Taylor wasn’t a fan of using A–list celebrities in variety shows. Sure, the ratings were practically guaranteed, but in his eyes, the soul of a show had toe from the content–not the star power.
Still, if the investors wanted Easton<b>, </b>then Taylor had to make it work.
But then <b>came </b>the <b>hard </b>part
The show wasn’t a solo format–it was a duo <b>concept</b>. Each guest needed a partner.
Taylor had expected Easton to be picky, but not this picky.
Every single person Taylor suggested was rejected on the spot.
Don’t like
e them. Not a fit. Don’t bother.
Taylor eventually asked him outright what <b>kind </b>of partner he was looking for. Easton didn’t answer. He just kept vetoing everyone else.
It was maddening.
Then, during a casual meeting, Taylor happened to y back a recording from the Hope Cup finals–the Sterford Academy stage y.
<b>Easton </b>had teased <b>him </b>at first, saying, “You really like watching high school kids y pretend, huh?”
But Taylor wasn’t embarrassed at all. He told him he thought <b>the </b>Tree in the performance was surprisingly moving. Really vivid. The soul of the whole show.
Easton <b>raised </b>an eyebrow but didn’t scoff. He paused for a long moment, then said three words:
“<b>Not </b>bad, I guess.
Coming from Easton, that was <b>a </b>glowing review.
Usually, he didn’t even bother being polite. Just “no” or “not interested.”
For him to <b>say </b>“<b>not </b><b>bad</b>” meant he <b>didn’t </b>dislike it.
And that was huge.
Taylor immediately got his hopes up.
<b>Maybe</b>—just maybe that Tree could be the one Easton would actually say yes to.
So here they were.
All of this, <b>just </b>for Easton.
“All right,” Easton saidzily from the screen. “Let’s start. <b>Show </b>me what you’ve got. <b>Who’s </b>first?”
His head rested against one <b>hand</b>, expression cool and <b>unreadable</b>.
He <b>looked </b>like a painting–so polished he didn’t feel real.
“I’ll go first,” Lacey blurted out, forcing herself to sound confident.
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She threw herself into the performance.
Dancing Instruments. Anything that might impress.
Jean stood off to the side, watching without much interest.
When Lacey finally finished, Easton’s expression didn’t <b>change</b>.
He was still smiling politely–but there was no indication he liked or disliked what he saw.
Lacey stood frozen, waiting for feedback.
But Easton didn’t say <b>a </b>word.
Instead, his eyes shifted toward Jean
He ulted his head slightly, lips curling
“Your turn, ssmate.” he said, voice calm and smooth.
Jean had to admit, his voice was nice. Deep, mellow, with a subtle maic pull
But being stared at by this guy gave her goosebumps.
Screw this.
<b>ns </b>were changing.
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She let out a barely audible sigh, then stered on an awkward smile. “Actually, I don’t really feel like being on <b>a </b>variety show anymore. I don’t <b>think </b>I’m the right tit
She paused “Would it be okay if I backed out?”
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