Sophia Clock had been assigned as her manager when Lynette first debuted in the industry. Back then, Sophia had always been like this—scheming, calculating, willing to do anything for promotion and money. Though Sophia’s disdain, mixed with an unspoken jealousy toward Lynette, had always been present, she had never allowed it to show openly. But now, she no longer needed to hide it. Lynette felt an overwhelming urge to touch something cold, her vision turning hazy. In her precarious state, she had no idea that every small movement of hers carried an unintended allure. Her emerald eyes shimmered faintly, misty and unfocused, with a sultry glow. The silky red gown, with a slit along her left hip that she had worn to meet her manager after Butler Thomas dropped her at her apartment, clung to her curves, accentuated by the heat burning beneath her skin. The sight only fueled the director’s already impure intentions. He smiled in a way that made Lynette's skin crawl with
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