"Master Lunar!” Rachel eximed, practically running to meet her, slightly out of breath. “Come on, let''s head up!"


    "Okay.” Juniper had changed out of her school uniform and was now wearing a simple white t-shirt and a ck baseball cap, its brim pulled low to obscure half of her face.


    Rachel couldn''t help but marvel internally. The girl''s beauty was wless, as if she were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods themselves. If they could sign her... with Jimmie as their top male artist and Juniper as their female star, theirpany would be unstoppable in the entertainment world.


    "Master Lunar, Mr. Tate''s meeting room is straight ahead and to the right," Rachel said, ncing at her watch with a smile. "He''s in the middle of a magazine cover shoot, but it should be over in about five minutes. Wait here, I''ll go hurry him along.”


    "Alright." With her hands in her pockets, Juniper idly scanned her surroundings. The room was stark white, a cold color palette that made it feel like an ice cer. The only ssh of color was a pink photo album on the table, which immediately caught


    her eye.


    Drawn to it, she walked over and picked it up.


    Inside was a picture of a girl, but it was just a silhouette with no facial features. It looked strange. In the bottom right corner of the album was a messy signature, but she could vaguely make out the words: My sister.


    Sister?


    The word sent a jolt through Juniper''s heart. “Could it be that he couldn''t remember her face, so he didn''t draw her features? Is Jimmie really my brother?"


    "What are you doing-?"


    Before Juniper could process the thought, a sharp voice barked from behind her. "ng!"


    Startled, the album slipped from her grasp and crashed to the floor, the frame shattering into pieces.


    She spun around to see Jimmie, dressed in a casual ck suit with light makeup on, ring at her coldly. The moment the album fell, his expression had changed drastically. He strode forward and shoved her away.


    "Thud!"


    Juniper''s body hit the doorframe with a painful jolt.


    "Who told you you could touch my things?" Jimmie frantically swept away the broken ss, carefully picking up the photograph as if it were a priceless treasure. He then turned his zing, bloodshot eyes on Juniper.


    Juniper froze, her own gaze, hidden beneath the cap''s brim, fixed on the man''s furious expression.


    "Get out. Get out now!" Jimmie roared, clutching the photo, his eyes turning red as he pointed toward the door.


    "What''s going on?" Rachel asked, returning just in time to hear Jimmie''s outburst. She had been hoping to see his reaction to meeting Master Lunar, not this. She saw Master Lunar leaning against the door, her clothes slightly wrinkled and her face pale, looking small and pitiful.


    "Mr. Tate, this is Master Lunar," Rachel said, then her eyes fell to the shattered frame on the floor, and her own expression soured.


    Everyone knew that the photograph in that frame was Mr. Tate''s most cherished possession; he took it with him everywhere. He must have just arrived at thepany and left it in the meeting room temporarily before his shoot.


    "Get her out of my sight, now!" Jimmie yelled, rising to his feet like an enraged lion. "I don''t want to see her again."


    He didn''t care if she was Master Moon or Master Sun; no one was allowed to damage his sister''s picture.


    “Mr. Tate.....” Rachel was in an impossible position. She knew Jimmie was beyond reason when he was angry, so she forced a smile and turned to Juniper. "Master Lunar, you...".