In search of Everett, Rebecca left the conference room. She needed to speak with him. She’d tried to avoid him when they weren’t working.
Following the meeting, she sought details about his role in the agreement. Where did he see this going? What made him agree to this? It felt like torture to have these questions flooding her brain with chaos. Rebecca didn’t know which was worse. She suspected she had the answers, but the thought of them frightened her.
Rebecca found Everett in his dressing room. The man already moved his things from the guest dressing room he’d used to the dressing room that connected to hers.
No one used it because Rebecca feared the person would get nosy or see something they shouldn’t.
What was she thinking? He already had seen too much. Now Rebecca needed to do damage control and set some boundaries with Everett.
She knocked on his dressing room door and waited. Rebecca felt self-conscious a
