"Aaaah!"


    Rachel let out a piercing shriek, forcing Jimmie to hold the phone away from his ear.


    "Just watch the videos!" she insisted, firing off a barrage of links. "I promise, you''ll be blown away! Master Lunar''s choreography and dancing are top-tier. There are very few people in the industry today who canpare."


    To prove her point, she had stayed up all night watching every single video of Lunar dancing, selecting the three most wless performances.


    "Fine, I''ll watch," Jimmie said, his head throbbing from the noise. "But if I''m not interested after watching them, you can''t force me anymore."


    He had extremely high standards for his work, releasing only one song a year, but each one was a guaranteed hit. The more famous his work became, the greater the chance his sister would see it. He preferred to invest his time in perfection rather than waste it on fruitless efforts.


    "Watch them now! I''ll stay on the line while you do," Rachel demanded, her inner teacher emerging in full force.


    Jimmie''s face darkened, but he sighed in resignation. The first thing he was going to do when he got back was fire this dance director who clearly thought she could boss him around.


    A few seconds of silence passed as Jimmie opened WhatsApp and saw the three videos. He tapped on the first one, a ssical dance. The dancer in the video cleverly concealed her face, but her movements were graceful and showcased a deep, technical foundation. A dancer of this caliber would be wasted even as a principal.


    "Hmm. Not bad. She''s definitely got skill."


    His interest piqued, Jimmie opened the second video: a contemporary piece. The girl wore a crop top and cargo pants, revealing a slim, flexible waist. Every move was powerful and spirited, perfectly synchronized with the exhrating music, making his heart race.


    A small smile touched Jimmie''s lips as his expression turned serious. "She''s really something."


    He moved on to thest video: a ballet performance. The girl was dressed in a pristine white swan costume. The camera captured her long, slender neck, giving her an ethereal, almost unreal beauty.


    But it was the fleeting, dreamlike glimpse of her face as the camera swept past that made his heart skip a beat.


    “Finished?” Rachel''s anxious voice broke the silence. “Wasn''t she amazing? Better than any dancer you''ve ever worked with, right? Including me, of course."


    "Yeah," Jimmie admitted. She was incredible. It was rare for a video to evoke such a strong emotional response in him.


    "And she''s absolutely gorgeous..." Once Rachel started talking about Juniper, she couldn''t stop. "I''m almost forty, and I''ve never seen a more beautiful girl. More importantly, she looks just like your—"


    "The meeting is for tomorrow afternoon?" Jimmie cut her off, not wanting to hear any more.


    "That''s right,” Rachel confirmed. "The girl has a bit of a personality, so you''d better be on your best behavior and not scare her off with that temper of yours."


    "Okay," Jimmie agreed meekly.


    After hanging up, he leaned back in his seat and picked up a nearby photograph-a picture that showed only the silhouette of a person, with no facial features. His expression grew heavy.


    "My dear sister... where in the world are you?"


    Juniper had ss on Saturday morning, followed by abined science tutoring session in the afternoon.


    "Sir, I have something to take care of. I''d like to request leave,” she said politely. She didn''t want to cause trouble, but this was a prime opportunity to get a hair sample, and she couldn''t miss it.


    "Absolutely not."


    Her physics teacher, Keith, was a balding old man with a reputation for being peculiar. The students all called him "Cranky Keith."