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Samantha’s POV

We both took a breath and let go of each other’s hands. There was nothing more to add. Nothing that would change the director’s impending reaction.

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.

The director stepped forward with a look that belonged in a museum titled: For Exhibit Only, Do Not Emotionally Engage.

“Is that it?”

His voice echoed louder than the performance we had just forced ourselves to give. He stared at us like we had personally insulted his ancestors.

I kept my face perfectly still. I refused to show even a flicker of the frustration building in my chest.

This was not our fault. We told him we needed time. We told him we were not prepared. We had just stepped off a hellish flight. But he was the kind of man who believed pressure created diamonds. In reality, he created disasters.

The director looked us both up and down slowly, judging every inch.

“This is what the USA team brings? This is the top list performance? I expected more. Much more
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